Happy Sh*tiversary

So there I was, feeling both sorry and sorry for myself. It was Easter Sunday of '09 and I was having a much overdue come-to-Jesus with myself about where I was going with my life, my health and my future.

I wasn't healthy and I wasn't happy, and I had a sneaking suspicion that the two things were intertwined.

I can't even tell you how I stumbled upon the world of weight loss and healthy living blogs. All I can tell you is that I was immediately and inexplicably smitten.

What I liked best was the fact that you could backtrack through someone's journey, see the person they were, the progress they had made and the brand new person they were on their way to becoming.

Like most bloggers, I didn't have a clue what I was doing when I began. Maybe that's blogging's real charm. We don't need to know what we're doing; we just need to do it.

I'm a clown at heart, so my site evolved into a space that doesn't often take itself very seriously. I'm sure that I turn some folks off with my approach, but that's the beauty of this business: this is "my" approach. This is the way I do it, and if it doesn't float your boat... well, I'll gladly refund your admission.

But make no mistake: reclaiming my health and building a positive future is as serious as an I-don't-want-to-have-a-heart-attack. I may be fun-and-games on here more often than not, but I mean business when and where it counts.

Two years ago today, I took my first tentative step down this healthy living road. My route has had twists and turns, to be sure, but I'm still here, still putting one foot in front of the other and still following a roadmap that has no timetable and no final destination.

Thanks to everyone who's shared part of my journey, whether it's been for a single step or for untold miles. Please know that I appreciate your patronage and participation more than I can even express. Some days, your silly or supportive comments, emails and messages are all that keep my train on the track.

I'm not going to say that I couldn't do it without you, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't do it without you.

No one knows what the future may hold, but this is my plan: I want to keep doing what I'm doing, try to push you to keep doing what you're doing and maybe, just maybe, slide a fart joke in there from time to time.

Two years down... forever to go.