I don’t know what to say.

I didn’t read the comments much during the day yesterday. But last night, around 11:30pm, I finally sat down and read them all. Every. Last. One. Of. Them.

And I don’t know what to say.

[But let’s be honest. That has never stopped me before.]

Thank you. To those who commented and to those who didn’t. To those who understand because you’ve been here, you are here, or to those who don’t totally get it.

The whole time I was in LA, I kept looking at my friends and saying thank you. It felt weak. It doesn’t fully express my gratitude. Because I did NOTHING to deserve the kindness that I was shown, getting to go on that trip and experience the Grammys [which I promise I’ll talk about soon].

And in the same vein, I have done NOTHING to deserve your support. But I am deeply grateful.

So thank you. I am moved beyond belief. I am challenged by your hope.

It’s really weird to talk about this. I don’t think it’s gonna get any easier. I’m learning so so much and I’m making mistakes and forming new habits. But I want you to know that every day I’m trying my hardest to make good choices and fit in exercise.

I won’t be blogging much here about this journey- it was mostly be over at Annie Gets Fit, so make sure you’ve bookmarked that or subscribed if you want to read along. Because though this is a big part of my life, it is NOT my life. My identity isn’t in my body or my blog or my high fashion sense [I hear snickering. Rude.] or in my friendships.

My identity is in the One who makes all things new.

Here at AnnieBlogs, we’re going to stick to the important topics, like how to fold things [next up, a bad hand!], what music we should be buying, how Jesus changes my life, and the fact that I am moving to a new house in Nashville in four days and I have approximately four boxes packed.

Aye carumba.