When I announced to my husband today that my blog now had 37 followers, he congratulated me on having more followers than Jesus.
After wiping away the almond milk latte I had just snorted through my nose, I had to ask …
“Twelve disciples.”, he said with a grin. (I know, I know … but I’m not Christian and I forgot.)
Here’s the thing, I’m not one for collecting followers. I rather enjoy being unpopular. Please do not to invite me to your party; I won’t be insulted. That being said, I’m always pleasantly surprised (and in some cases flummoxed) when I get a new follower. I am wont to wonder why. Why would someone who writes a health and fitness blog follow a chubby blogger who finds it challenging to write anything that isn’t self-deprecation?
Don’t get me wrong, I am secretly thrilled, but also confused.
With gratitude, I bow to you, my cohort, all thirty-seven of you.