Gosh…it’s been so long since I last blogged on my travel blog, Pigtails and a Passport, and it feels like it’s been a lifetime since I had my Blogspot blog, Bikini Mimi. To all of the readers that have followed me over here, my sincerest thanks for your support as I flow from one idea to the next. And as for any new readers, a heartfelt welcome! I’m glad you’re here!
I decided to start this blog as an amalgamation of my previous blogs. Bikini Mimi was my first blog, and it followed me as I prepared for my first fitness competition. It was a lot of fun to write about my experiences, and it was definitely an exciting time for me! But after my competitions, I didn’t feel like I had much more to say on the topic. I followed my coach’s training and nutrition plan; stepped on stage in a bikini, slathered in fake tanner; and lost a lot of weight while gaining a lot more knowledge. But I not trying to be a nutrition or exercise guru, and I’m definitely no professional fitness model (although I do love to shoot!) or IFBB bikini competitor. So I didn’t feel like I had anything to add to the discussion. Why would someone read about what I had to say about something someone else wrote or researched? It just didn’t feel right.
Then, some things started happening. Since this is a new, innocent blog, I’m going to keep things candid. The more I competed, the more I started feeling pigeonholed or like a cartoon character. And maybe justly so. Like many (if not all) competitors, I started to get carried away, and my hobby started becoming an obsession. Too many hours were wasted logging my macros and figuring out how to hit those numbers perfectly. And if my plans involved going out to eat—hello, anxiety! I was turning into a narcissistic, dumb jock.
I knew that label didn’t suit me. After all, my parents did raise an educated, independent woman. I had a brain, but I was using it to calculate useless, arbitrary numbers. I was (and am) a feminist, but I was spending so much time and physical effort conforming to some beauty ideal only to be told how attractive I was by a panel of (mostly male) judges. A bit of a disconnect, don’t you think?
Now let’s switch gears to my travel blog. A lot of things happened around the time I started Pigtails and a Passport. Aside from deciding to break free from my fitness mould (I still train consistently, because I do love to work out, but my diet has definitely not been my priority), my husband and I found ourselves with a dramatically different schedule. His work rotation all of a sudden meant that he would have two weeks off at a time. Since we both love to travel, this arrangement could not have been more ideal! And what better way to document my travels than to start a travel blog? Perfect fit, right?
Well, almost. I do adore travelling, and I love to write, but put the two together…I guess I’m just not a guidebook writer. I love to do and see things (everything!), but recounting all of the sights and sounds (and tastes) of a city? I sometimes felt like I was scrapbooking our trips, and I didn’t like it.
So what have I learned from my failed blogs? Well, I love to write about what I genuinely care about. Some of my posts for Pigtails and a Passport were genuinely a pleasure to write, because I wrote them while I was there (like much of my post about my beloved Sarajevo) or while recalling an especially exciting time (like diving—or almost diving—with sharks in Australia!). And when I was learning all about the fitness industry, I enjoyed sharing my experiences with you.
So this blog is going to be….everything! I have a lot of hobbies and interests, and I love challenging myself. My goals and interests are continually changing and evolving—and I think that’s not only normal but healthy. Every one of us is unique and complex and has to find his or her own way.
This is my personal blog; I’m not trying to sell or promote some “brand.” I hope some of you follow along, engage in conversations, and simply enjoy my labours of love!
And as for why I chose to keep Bikini Mimi as the title of this blog? Well, (1) it’s catchy, and (2) even if I’m not competing, I still love bikinis (usually because it means I’m hanging out with amazing people somewhere fun!)! And incidentally, I currently have bikinis waiting for me in two foreign countries (one was left on purpose, and the other was accidentally forgotten—but I will be back to wear it again!). Anyone want to venture a guess as to which two countries these are?