Feverish and achey: can’t sleep: need sleep: paradox…?
…but I had a pretty awesome day…
It started with productive chats and encouragement from superiors followed by a late lunch drink fest with one of my favorite girls. We then migrated back to work for some delicious dessert and said hey to all our favorites.
It was a pretty awesome post-work adventure that was filled with laughter and a lot of much-needed girl talk and rum that had already made my day, and then….
I hurried home only to be engulfed in my man for the next 2 hours.
A mind-blowing, passionate, desperate, sweaty, fun, champion-making, best-orgasm-of-my-life two hour love fest that only cemented in my mind how goddamn lucky I am to have such an amazing, loving, caring, and hott as fuck man to come home to.
I’m still winded. And I couldn’t have had a better day…
So I skipped last week because life was hectic and I was not feeling well at all. Here’s the stats:
Weight: 142 lbs
Arms: 11 in
Bust: 34.5 in
Waist: 29 in
Hips: 38.5 in
Butt: 42.5 in
Thigh: 22 in
It’s been great to be active despite my silly ankle. Mike got really mad at me because early last week I tried to jump rope, didn’t go so well. Otherwise I’ve been sticking to the routine, and even got a solid couple of hoop practices in!!! I have the basics down now and want to start moving into tricks and such next week.
Here’s the stats:
Weight: 144 (although yesterday I was 140…?)
Arms: 10.75 in
Bust: 35.75 in (boobs have not shrunk however)
Waist: 29.5 in
Hips: 39.75 in
Butt: 42.5 in (mike will be happy this has not changed)
Thigh: 20.75 in
As today is February 1st, and I am finally feeling motivated, I am going to spend this next month publicly tracking my body progress.
I will try to eat as healthy as possible, work out every day for at least 30 mins (At LEAST), and once a week I will weigh in and take my measurements.
Today I did a series I created off of a home workout Mike found for me that keeps me off my ankle and works my legs and glutes. In between I did a mix of crunches and pilates roll-ups. Then I tried to jump rope, but could only do it for a few minutes before my ankle got really angry. To finish it off I stretched, danced around, practiced pirouettes, and practiced with my hoop.
As of today my measurments: (hopefully I did them right)
Arms: 11 in
Bust: 36 in
Waist: 30 in
Hips: 38 in
Thighs: 21 in
A long time ago I had to make some serious changes in my life. This less than pleased my family and friends and most of them, family included, have never treated me the same. For all intents and purposes- these changes have positively impacted my life, emotional and overall health, and happiness.
Lately I have been reflecting on how sad it is, that because of a choice to leave an organization that only brought me pain and heartache, I have lost whatever standing I had with them. I know it’s their loss in the long run- and I have done everything I can as I’ve grown and changed to be loving and understanding, but it still makes me immensely sad.
I wish only for the same understanding, acceptance, and belief in my goodness, that I have tried to extend to them. However as the years pass and I am constantly shown the pattern of the relationship they want with me, I lose hope that I will ever have this.
I’m still your daughter, your sister, your friend. I wish you could see that.
With all this extra time I’m supposed to be elevating, icing, and generally sitting around doing jack shit- I have had entirely too much time to think.
I’m very annoyed at my weight gain. Technically I’ve barely gained any actual inches since I have built a significant amount of muscle, but I don’t feel I’m as active as I should be.
It probably doesn’t help that Mike is a fitness nerd and the time and energy he puts into exercise and general physical improvement makes me feel very inadequate by comparison; although he would never think or say such a thing.
I want to finish our basement so I can have a bunch of room to dance, and do pilates, and wrestle, and sword fight. With the weather so cold- I haven’t been putting as much effort into finding time and space to make things happen for me.
It’s my own fault, there’s no excuse or anything real impeding me (other than my foot/ankle now).
I’ve already asked Mike to help me come up with a routine that I can do in the meantime while my foot is healing so I can start being better. I want to make some serious progress on the basement, I need to buy dance shoes, and I need to start practicing with my hoop.
That’s what I need to do. I want to live a really long time, I want to be healthy and happy, and be able to spend my free time exploring and living with Mike as much as possible. I guess I never realized, not until recently turning 24, how much effort I NEED to put in to make everything happen for me.
Well here goes- wish me good luck!