How lucky are we? Not only is this a guest post by Jack from Jack Sh*t, Gettin' Fit, but it's the first in a series!
If you don't know Jack... he's a weight loss blogger known 'round the world for his clever parodies of songs and nursery rhymes. He is also a notorious abuser of adorable puppies.
In this series, which begins with an introduction many times longer than the post itself (a practice of which I heartily approve, because that whole "getting to the point" thing is totally overrated) you will notice something kind of exciting:
Jack gets real.
Stay tuned, I think this is going to be awesome.
This is a true story.
And when I say, "this is a true story", I don't mean it the way I normally do when I say "this is a true story"; I mean this is actually true.
Late last year, I started a super-secret project: a second weight-loss blog that had nothing to do with the one that I'm most noted for, Jack Sh*t Gettin' Fit.
"Why Jack? Why a super-secret weight-loss blog, you magnificent bastard?"
That's a great question.
Somewhere along the line, it dawned on me that my blog had lost its mojo Sure, it had enough fans to keep me from shutting it down, but it wasn't pushing me along toward my health goals. Truthfully, it had become more of a writing and comedy exercise. It was still fun to work on, but not really helping me with my weight-loss efforts.
And I was struggling.
So I went through the process...for a second time...of setting up a blog. I created a persona (Big Mo) and started getting excited about the prospect of really talking about what I was doing, how I was feeling and how I was going to hold myself accountable to the few readers that stumbled across my site.
Then I promptly forgot my password, and then forgot the password to the email account I had set up for the site. I spent a couple of days fighting with it and then let it go.
During the holidays, my pal Crabby McSlacker reached out and invited me to
So here goes..
Call me Ishmael.
No...call me Mo.
Well...my story is as old as the sea.
I went overboard...during meals and with snacking.
I went overboard....at parties and after-work-get-togethers.
I went overboard...thinking "Where's the harm?" or "Why not do what I want?"
I went overboard, thinking that I could always swim back to safety.
Now I feel like I'm drowning and I don't know if I can make it back.
But I am going to try.
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"If you want to build a ship,
don't drum up people to collect wood
and don't assign them tasks and work,
but rather teach them to long for the
endless immensity of the sea."
-Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Please welcome Jack and convince him that he should keep hangin' out at Cranky Fitness!