I don’t feel like talking.

I don’t feel like sharing.

No, nothing bad happened.

I didn’t fall off the proverbial wagon, I haven’t had my heart broken, I’m not going into some kind of meltdown. Things are fine.

I’ll probably gain weight this week because I did strength training and made myself eat enough for the first time in weeks. I’m expecting it and I’m okay with it.


I’m suddenly feeling protective.

Something that none of you would realize about me is that in a lot of ways I’m a bit secretive. Vague was the word a friend recently used, ambiguous was another. It’s what I do when I go into protective mode. I keep the information close to me and I don’t let people in.

I’m not exactly sure why I’m feeling this way now but it’s the first time I haven’t wanted to come online and blather about every little detail of my life and weight loss. This week I wanted to keep it close to myself.

Despite my complete and utter excitement about the training sessions I’ve done so far for the 5K, I’m feeling tight lipped. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly the tight lipped kind of girl.

Is this just a symptom of something greater going on? Probably, but I haven’t figured out what yet.

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