Ok, so here’s the not-so-skinny on who I am and what I really mean by “Blob.”
I’m just like everyone else. Slightly above my ideal weight, sort of thinking about doing something about it, but never really seeing the results I imagine are tucked deceptively beneath some four-leafed clover, taped to the back of my giant check from Ed McMahon, or stuffed inside some genie’s lamp anxiously awaiting my rub.
Launched in 2010 as a message to the middling and moderately motivated, this site is quickly-growing collective of blobs ready to carpe their diem and make the move toward bloblessness. “Blob,” on this blog refers more to a state of mind than a size of jeans. It incorporates the reluctance to work out even though I feel better when I do; the fear that I will never see real results; and the apparent incapability to resist terrible foods. I make plans, lists, schedules, get all ready to go, then . . . bloooob.
I think anyone can be a blob, even if they look great by sane objective standards. Blob is not the way you look, it is the way you feel. Maybe you seem like you’ve got all your stuff in one bag (Thanks, SnapBook!), but on a Tuesday night when you ditch Crossfit for cross-cut fries . . . bloooob. If you love the idea of a well-ordered life, but sometimes fall short, you’ll fit right in here. Count on the Blob for planning advice, commitment inspiration, motivation, and eventual solidarity in slip-ups.
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I’ve got almost 40 years (wait — what?!?) of experience battling my way up off of the bottom rung in all areas from yoga (as a student and a teacher) to Triathlon (both swimming and sinking). All of my works are still in-progress, and this site is about sharing all of that with the other blobs. Humiliated annually by the Presidential Physical Fitness Test throughout elementary school, I wasn’t inspired to bloblessness until I wanted a military job and — get this — they expect r-u-n-n-i-n-g. Within that first year, a quarter-mile lap without stopping became a half marathon. A year after that I added swimming and biking. Then what started as IT-band maintenance developed into a yoga teacher certification.
Sounds like a straight line of progress, but of course was anything but. Along the way came divorce, remarriage, death, rebirth, birth, rebirth again, and all the calorie-fests so much life requires. Sound familiar?
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What binds us here is our bend on bloblessness (in baby blobby steps). If you are a blob, it is my sincere hope that this will be a reality check reminding you that everyone feels it sometimes, and that if this Blob can make change, so can you.
Here we go, from Blob to Blog.