So. This is Eric.

So.  Just over two years ago (ish), I weighed probably around 290 pounds.  I say probably because at that point in time, I blatantly refused to weigh myself, because I knew, I KNEW the number would upset me.  The last time I had known my weight was at least Spring 2014 during a doctor's visit. I knew then it was around 275, but I also knew I had gotten bigger since.  I wore a size 40 pant, XXL shirts (that were slowly getting even tighter).  My weight was a problem. This morning I weighed myself.  184 pounds.  32 waist.  Medium shirts are a little baggy. See, these aren't numbers I'm exactly celebrating.  Why?  Because just over five weeks ago I weighed 197.  I've lost 13 pounds too fast and it's causing me as much, if not more, anxiety than gaining weight. In August I started personal training because I felt like I had plateaued in my fitness journey and sincerely wanted to learn how to add strength training to my already sol...

So.  In trying not to live a binary life, it's not that I decided to give up the blog, it's just that I let it go for a time.  There were plenty of points at which I wanted to write, but the increasing guilt of multiple projects kept getting in my way, making me feel guilty for wanting to spend time writing.  After all, if I had time to write a blog post, there would be enough time to do that research/drawing/shopping/budgeting thing I'd been delaying. But corollary to that, to be perfectly honest, I spent this summer being happy.  Sometime in May, the crushing and overwhelming sense of dread and anxiety I'd been harboring about my personal life lifted.  It was a feeling that I didn't recognize at first, but eventually it started making sense.  I just wasn't worried anymore.  I started enjoying myself and enjoying my time, making friends, eating good food, getting very drunk, spending an absurd about of money on an arm sleeve tattoo... So this all ...