Lost MoJo

As you regular blither blather'ers know, I made a health commitment in January 2010to walk for 31 days. And I am proud to say that my "no excuses" campaign paid off. At the end of 31 days, I was stronger and leaner and more confident-and certainly healthier. So I casually and blithely breezed into February with a new set of goals: walking for 20 minutes/5 times per week and a reduced calorie plan with the goal of a 5 lb loss in February. And then big kid's friend's mother took a serious turn for the worse-and the unthinkable happened. And before I knew it-I was standing in my foyer, late at night weeping and crying with 2 grandparents who had just delivered a grief stricken kid to my door. This event unlocked my own personal vault of grief as well as opened the flood gates of empathy and grief for this family. As a result, I resorted back to my emotional eating and crawled into bed just as quickly as I could get real life off my back. I had planned to keep this a secret and not confess that my lifetime of bad habits had reared its ugly head again and that I am-once again-right back where I started. I have lost my mojo. Because I am a person who carries my pride as a public banner, sharing my successes is always easy. Sharing my failures? Well-that would require some extensive psychotherapy. So there it is-the messy truth. Not really sure what my next step will be. But I know that owning my struggle has to come first.