Right around the time I stopped blogging, I stopped everything-ing. I stopped tracking, stopped working out, just stopped. It was my birthday, and then another week went by, it was vacation, then my bike got a flat, and now the pleurisy is back.
The lack of forward movement is starting to bother me. I realized today that I haven't moved forward in any aspect of my life since the middle of July and it was suffocating.
Not moving forward pertains to more than the things I listed above. Those things are what I had been focusing on since January. With out the noise of them and the busyness of them I realized there are other things that I want to be working on as well. It's a lot though, so many competing priorities. My entire life is on a flex point, and yet I am not moving.
What I know? I want to continue to lose weight, and get stronger. I want to get my bike back together and keep working in putting on the miles. Beyond that, I am feeling lost. Like I am waiting for something to happen or someone else to make one of the other 100 decisions for me so I can base the remaining 99 on that.
Life is so short, and there is so much to do. I better get moving.