Remember how I told you it doesn’t take long for my body to respond to exercise? Well, I was neither kidding nor exaggerating. One sweat session later, my booty is high and round and that perfect (imo) extra-firm Jell-O... Continue Reading →
I have done it. I have finally done it. A little over a year later, I have hit my goal weight of 123lbs. Technically I hit it a few days ago, most likely October 18th. Honestly, I’m really not sure. Turns out it was not nearly as big of a deal as I thought it would be. Sure, it was a spike of pleasure and I was excited to open the things I’d gotten for myself for just this occasion some two years ago. Still, it was not all it was cracked up to be. I am not all I hyped myself up to be.
I was born on All Saints Day, and I seem to believe that gives me the right to become a rampant sinner from November 1st through whenever. Having a few forbidden foods as a birthday treat is fine. A day filled with unhealthy treats in celebration of the miracle that is you is understandable. Allowing yourself to indulge for the better part of 10 days is just plain stupid. It turns out that I am just plain stupid.
I’ve been getting a lot of compliments on my backside lately, and I agree with every one of them. My butt is my favorite piece of my body, second only to my brain. It’s cute and perky and I love the way it looks in jeans. Simply put, I love my butt. Given all the work I’ve put into it throughout my life, I damn well better.
I went jeans shopping this past weekend. We all know how psychologically damaging this has the potential to be, especially for someone struggling with their weight. But I needed them for work because all of mine had holes too near the crotch. So it was happening whether I was ready or not.