Now that I have my own address, I also have my own mailbox in which the postman deposits lots of strange junk mail that I used to leave for my mother. Since it would be weird for me to forward all my junk mail to my mom, I’m the one stuck sorting through it. The coupons are great fun, though they’d be a lot more useful if I still ate pizza and Arby’s and owned a house which needed drywall repair. The strange catalogs addressed to former occupants of my apartment (currently three and counting) have led me to believe they were all richer than me and must have moved out to their own mansions. ($120.00 for a skirt? Seriously?) Each week I also get one of those “Have you seen these people?” postcards with the “20% off oil change!” coupon on the back, because if you’re going to look for the missing, your car had better be in tip top shape.
I was thinking there should be “missing” flyers for lost bloggers. We’ve all seen it happen. The time between their posts starts getting longer and longer. Or they only pop in to write the “Gee whiz! I sure haven’t posted lately, have I?” post which reveals absolutely nothing. If your blog’s only purpose has become to talk about your blog, congratulations, it’s become just as useful as Par1s H1lton. (Okay, that was harsh. No one and no thing should ever be compared to Par1s H1lton.)
On most blogs if someone stops coming around I figure they’ve gotten bored of the process. The new toy is not as shiny. Writing something on a regular basis is work and if you don’t love it or get your ego constantly stroked by your readers (Hey there, people! Kisses! XOXO) you’ll probably quit eventually. However, when a weight loss blogger goes missing it usually just means one thing.
They’ve started gaining weight. (Or they got a life, but usually it’s the weight thing.)
Which in all honesty, is probably the time at which you need to keep blogging the most. The support of anonymous people on the Internet is a positive and powerful thing. For all I know, you commenters could be little electronic fairies that eat optical cable for breakfast like pasta and not the homo sapiens I take you for. However, knowing you’re out there does keep me honest to an extent. I think if I gave up losing weight you’d gang up, knock down my door with a 20 pound dumbbell as a battering ram and chain me to the treadmill with a yoga strap until I promised to start working towards goal again. I’d really hate to lose my rental deposit to rehang the front door.
So when a weight loss blogger goes missing, I feel a little sad because it’s probably the time at which they need us the most. Where did they go? Have they completely given up hope? A while back there was a girl who commented on this blog who was inspired by my progress and really gung-ho about making it this time. She was around for a couple weeks and then simply vanished. Her blog went away too. Some days I wonder, whatever happened to Kimberly?
Because I’ve been there too, when nothing seems to work and you think you’ll be fat for the rest of your life. But there’s always the possibility that things could change. You might stare at the ceiling as you’re going to sleep and think “It could still happen. I won’t necessarily always be like this.” Sure, you’d like to hide away from the world and live under your bedspread in a little blanket fort and train the bedbugs tricks to perform in a circus. But don’t do that please. Eventually the bedbugs will want to unionize and the labor problems will be crazy.
So, to all you missing bloggers, you might think we haven’t noticed that you’re gone, but we have. Please come back. Or I might have to trounce over to Kinko’s and start printing up those missing blogger flyers after all.