kermane’s BodyBlog

Being as its summer, thoughts pop into my mind that have to do with summer.

like why does the guy with the beer belly always wear his shorts, under said beer belly, does it let the beer have more room?

Or why does the lady who looks like her skin is leather insist on baking herself in the sun even more?

Why do people who have leather skin show it off? Its gross, its dead looking meat, but that’s my opinion. Nothing wrong with a tan but damn when your skin looks like leather you have a problem.

Or why is there always that woman, you know the one, who insists on mowing her yard in her bikini even if its only 60 degrees? And furthermore why is it whenever I see someone doing that, they are a little too big for the bikini and their boobies swing at their belly.

Why is it ok for a guy to be a hairy beast, like King Kong and be half naked in his shorts or swim suit and no one goes "OMG how nasty" but if a woman has a little stubble poking out of her suit its the end of the world.

I thought about this stuff while mowing my yard today, have to entertain myself.

I worked legs today, they should kill me tommorow, its been over a week with no workout for them.

circuits

squats w/lunges

sldls w/good mornings

squats w/feet together with knee ext

rdls w/hamstring curls

20min HIIT on rbike

First day of summer break here, and we’re going to go hit a park up, its a beautiful day, hope the weather is nice where ever you are too!

That’s what I am. To me I’m still that size Large. I’m still the girl who went from girl sizes to a medium in women’s when I was 13. The girl who seemed to be stuck in large always heading toward x-large. Thankfully I had that inner voice that screamed at me, though it didn’t always give me the best advice.

For a while there in high school my inner voice thought bullimia was the best solution to everything, thankfully the sane part of me took over after 2 years. That voice said" I refuse to be an extra large! I refuse to go beyond my fat pant size which was 14"

When they started getting tight I took action, and that was exercise. For a long time I was the cardio bunny. Jane Fonda would’ve been so proud of me and all my cardio, never mind my arms looked like twigs and my chicken wings flapped in the breeze when I waved at anyone.

You know that scene in The Sweetest Thing when Christina Applegate ask Cameron Diaz "What the Hell is this?" and she waves her arm and her chicken wing flaps in the breeze? That’s what I’m talking about, if you had put feathrs on me I’d looked like a chicken with my chicken wings and chicken butt(you know how their butt is big compared to the rest of them?)

So anyhow, I guess what I’m saying is my mind’s eye still sees that "large" woman. Anytime I look in the mirror, I see her and not who is really standing there. Its hard to break that mental image. Last year I finally relented and I’d bought some mediums, figured the world would come to an end because to be quite honest the last time I was a medium I was in junior high.

I’ve got the so called birthing hips. You know the kind of hips where I could probably squat out in the field pop out the baby and go back to plucking the crop kinda hips. So I figured I’d always be a large which to be honest pissed me off.

I’d see women who weighed more than me, and they’d wear a smaller size than me. And I’d be like "what the Hell have I done to deserve these big old hips??" But last year I had to buy a medium, why you ask? Because the large’s were falling off me unless I had the strings tied in 5 knots and even then they were baggy.

So when I pulled out those mediums at the first sign of nice weather imagine my surprise that they were baggy. Had I magically made them grow when I washed them?? I mean maybe that was possible since you can shrink your damn clothes maybe I’d found that magic cycle we all dream about.

So the other day I was at JC Penney’s. And I saw some shorts that had SWIM written on the butt part. Lately I’ve been into buying sweatpants or shorts with words on the butt, so I was like all excited and then I looked at the size. XS, I about laughed my self silly imagining me trying to squeeze into an xs, and looking like overstuffed sausage rolls. Then I found another pair that were a small. They were only $5, so I just bought them, didn’t try them on, just figured I’d wear them to work out in, no one would see me looking like I’d had to have my friend hold them at the bottom of the steps as I jumped into them to fit into them.

Imagine my surprise when I did try them on at home and they fit fine. I didn’t have to twist and turn and suck it on my bed to get them on, I just pulled them up. Imagine my surprise when I could breathe in them and my legs didn’t look like sausage rolls stuffed to the brim.

So sometime in the past year I’ve become a small woman. Though I will never wear a small on the top half of my body, because I’ve finally got my Linda Hamiliton Terminator 2 back and that’s ok with me.

Yesterday I worked that back, circuit style and did some cardio, today is chest day and some more cardio.

Once upon a time I made it a daily practice to bitch about my hair. It refused to do what I wanted when I wanted. How dare it not respond to me trying to style it and have a mind of its own. When I was little my hair was thick and curly you know the kind of curl people pay money for.

Well I chopped it all off in the 9th grade and got a perm. Why? I don’t know, but alas I looked like a poodle, and after said perm grew out my hair was thin and straight, no more thickness or waves, I tried perms again, and when my hubby met me I had Mariah Carey hair literally and I loathed it.

So fake. And then God decided I should understand how meaningless hair is in the long run and gave me cancer, that required chemo that resulted in my thin straight hair falling out. So imagine my surprise when it came back in thick and wavy, oh the irony.

So I do straighten it because if I didn’t well lets just say when its humid or right after I’ve worked out I look like I have Mr. Kotter hair. I use to watch a show when I was in grade school called Welcome Back Kotter and my hair resembles Mr. Kotters hair if it dries on its own or right after I work out.

But I will never complain about my hair again. Its my hair and I love it even when I can be mistake for a 70s disco queen, or Barbra Sreisand in The way We Were.

My son has a cavalier attitude towards hair, his Dad is balding and shaves his head, both his grandpas are balding so I’m glad he could care less because I’d say he stands 90% chance of being balding when he’s older. We gave him a mohawk on Sunday he is too cute, all the first graders it seems, at least the boys had the same idea this past weekend, its the last week of school.

Yesterday I did cardio and today I did cardio, both days in my fat suit, had my last doctors appointment concerncing the mrsa, its gone, I’m all healed up tommorow I hit the weights, going to be back day.