Back to basics.

Towards the end of last year, a company had reached out to me about writing a book about Leaving Fatville. It was thrilling, terrifying and amazing. I sat down to write immediately. About halfway through the doubts started to circle over my head. I knew it was time to sit back and hear what they had to say. It took two months of waffling, but I did come to a decision.

There won't be a Leaving Fatville book. Not yet.

The little voice in the back of my head made a good point. One that was too hard to ignore. It started out as a whisper, but every sentence I wrote, it grew louder and louder.

"You're not done yet."

It's right. I'm not. I stalled a bit on the road to Leaving Fatville. I took the detour to second Mommyhood, and while I didn't gain a ton of weight, I'm not where I was just yet. Exercise habits have hit the floor and well, the eating isn't exactly awesome either. A lot of things fell by the wayside while I was nursing, then jobless and now freelancing. Lunch breaks are erratic, and sometimes altogether forgotten.

I'm not done. I'm not even a good example. Sure, I can share the knowledge that I've learned about eating and finding what worked for me. But I'm not an expert. I'm not licensed. I'm not a success story with a happy ending, yet. I'm just muddling my way through the same as anyone else.

For now, I'm taking a break and going back to basics. I still won't be counting calories, but I'll be cooking rather than grabbing take out. It's time to pay attention to what and when I'm eating. (Note this is not a resolution... just time to go back to good habits.)

I know I've neglected this blog while I've been job searching. I am who I am, struggles, rants and everything in between. They can judge me on this blog if they want to. That's their prerogative  If they don't judge me on here, I'm sure they'll judge me when they meet me. And if I don't get the chance, well... that's their loss, isn't it? I've been lucky enough to have clients that keep the family fed and the lights on, so there's no excuse to not be on Leaving Fatville. I've missed my community and my friends. Y'all are way more important to me than some stuffed suit or skirt that thinks fat people can't be good graphic designers. I'll be just fine without them.