Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Honestly, I HATE it when I am fat. I find I spend more time picking clothes which cover the roll of fat at my waist or my pudgy arms than I do watching what I eat. It stresses me out--although I know it shouldn't.
I am just barely 5'4". I am happy as a size 8 or 10. That is me weighing about 145--which is considered overweight by my doctor but suits me perfectly. When I get up to a 14-16, I am just plain unhappy with my body. My blood pressure goes up to an unhealthy range, I don't have as much energy and I don't like how I look--in or out of clothes. I also have a family history of heart disease, so I want to be as fit as possible.
It's a struggle, since I don't LIKE most healthy food. Given my druthers, I'd never eat another salad or vegetable in my life. I like cookies and chocolate and fast food and cheese and whipped cream. I really admire those like Steph who actually can listen to their body. I feel like I have to parent my body, and give it what it should have rather than what it wants. I know it's worth it in the long run, but it's damn hard.
This place has beginner lessons starting 9/2: [link] And the classes are Tu-Th, which fits my schedule.
That sounds very cool. I hope you go for it and tell us all about it.
I plan to! One of my CPs has been pushing me to take fencing lessons for months, because she thinks I'll love it for itself and as a way to access the mentality and physicality of the two main characters in my WIP. (One of whom is a good swordsman while the other is an avid student of the art.) She's an ex-fencer herself and is now taking sailing lessons for similar fun/research purposes, since she's writing about smugglers.
Someone tell me not to read Salon letters.
These people are MORONS. Half the time they clearly haven't read the article they're commenting on. Or even the description. There was one today that was a book excerpt. No fewer than three people commented along the lines of "I bet she's just shilling for an upcoming book".
Susan, Auriol has a rep as an awesome club, and the price and schedule are totally reasonable. Go for it!
Sigh. I've run out of internets!
Also, I ate early lunch (it had stopped raining and I wasn't sure how long that would last plus I was starving) which always makes the afternoon seem longer.
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I am just barely 5'4". I am happy as a size 8 or 10. That is me weighing about 145--which is considered overweight by my doctor but suits me perfectly. When I get up to a 14-16, I am just plain unhappy with my body.
Scrappy is me, only 2" shorter and a dress size smaller. I'm happiest as a size 10 - it's where all my clothes fit, for one thing. At my current salary and with a kid to support, I literally can't afford to be over a size 12. I'd have to go to work naked.
Totally unrelated to weight, I desperately need to get back into the habit of running after work. I'm such a crabby stressball these days and I know getting more exercise would help with that.
I am in a terrible mood. I am not getting anything done. There person next door has a yard service working on her yard that has made annoying droning noises for what seems like hours. Who knew that one of the biggest productivity killers of the home office would be the leaf blower? All I want to do is whine.
There is a funny dog story. (There's always a funny dog story.) I put out some new, higher quality food that's more like people food. Apparently, Mr. Peabody thought it couldn't really be for him, because he'd take a bite and then head for the den to eat it with that purposeful trot that screams "I'm stealing something but I'm going to look like I'm busy and no one will notice." That's the real problem with the dogs playing poker paintings: Dogs have terrible poker faces.
I spent the thinnest years of my life believing I was a fat cow. I weighed 135lbs and was miserable. I emotionally abused myself and allowed other to abuse me as well. Decades later I am the heaviest I've ever been but happier and healthier than I was when I was 20 years old and slim.
It took years and a lot of tears to reach acceptance and peace.
I'm at the gym but I'm watching the Olmpics in the lounge. I'll get to the treadmill when I can work up the energy.
I am just barely 5'4". I am happy as a size 8 or 10. That is me weighing about 145--which is considered overweight by my doctor but suits me perfectly.
It's crazy to me that I'm an inch taller, maybe, and am an 8-10 (on the bottom, the big boobs make shirt & dress sizing unpredictable) and I'm almost 20 lbs heavier than that. Sizing is just so random! ...maybe my hair is really heavy? And my big face?
I spent the thinnest years of my life believing I was a fat cow.
OH! Me too!!! it didn't help that I had a boyfriend who was always commenting on my "fat" belly and asking when I'd go to the gym. I'm way chubbier now but about a million times more comfortable in my body.
Hey, DJ, that link is broken
Damn! Here is our idea for coworker's promotion.
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