This blogging consistency stuff is tough, especially when you have nothing to say.
Actually I have loads of ideas… fine, I have a solid handful of ideas, I’m just a little lost on where to start, and since intros are my bread and butter, not to be confused with actual bread and butter, it’s left me a little discombobulated. There I go with the crazy words again, although you have to admit, discombobulated rolls of the tongue in a rather lascivious manner.
Truth be told, I’ve been in a bit of a rut; with food, with exercise, with all things blogging. See, it’s kind of hard to write about delicious meals and sweatworthy shenanigans when it’s not happening, at least not on a regular basis. Suffice to say, I’ve eaten apples and peanut butter, with a side of cheese and roasted almonds, for dinner more nights than I should. I can barely remember what my gym looks like, much less how a spin bike feels, although maybe that last one isn’t such a bad thing. Of course it is, I love spinning.
I am a food and fitness blogger in a food and fitness rut.
Oh the horror, although it does go to show I am human, just in case there were any doubts. If there were, I don’t want to know what you were thinking. Weirdo.
It didn’t happen overnight either. It rarely ever does. Instead, it was a gradual progression or perhaps I should say regression. The seasons changed, life got busy and my lunchtime workouts started taking a backseat more often than not. Late nights at the office dictated a face plant on the couch, when I dragged my weary carcass home. This might explain my disturbing fascination with all the Housewives. I simply can’t be bothered to change the channel.
I’ve been out to eat more times than not in the past month, which means a decrease in my kitchen antics. The same can be said for my trip to Toronto. It’s hard to cook when you’re not actually home to do it. I’ve got mad talents, but being in two places at once is beyond even my skill set. It’s also ridiculously easy to lose your routine once you’ve deviated for a period of time, even a short one.
I’m sharing this information with you for a number of reasons. The most important one though is Ruts. Aren’t. A. Bad. Thing. This point is so worthwhile I’m going to say it again with a different spin. Life is cyclical. Things come and go, babies are born, people die, seasons change. It’s a constant circle of movement, and our lives adhere to that same rhythm. Simply put, it’s natural and it’s okay.
So, I just went all Zen on your glutes, and I’ll be honest it feels a little awkward for me too. Flowery prose sounds strange coming out of my mouth so let’s put this in a practical and measurable light, you know the kind my Type A personality can appreciate.
I am in rut, and I am happy.
Yes, at some point I would like to get back to the gym. It’s on the horizon and eventually it will happen. In the meantime, I’m not sweating it, literally or figuratively. Sure, I’d like to swap my conglomeration of snacks for real substantial meals and based on my strong and sudden cravings for broccoli, that’s already started to happen. A desire to eat all the green things and a longing in my muscles to move means change is coming, yet again. New music plays in the distance and when the time comes I will embrace that too.
Until then, I am in rut and I am happy.
Tell me about your last rut. How did you handle it? I think embracing it is the way to go.