Spanishbelle’s BodyBlog

Well, ever since this darn Sacred Heart crash, I’ve been feeling a tad bit ill.  On the other hand, my step-daughter is doing great.  Of course she would, she has more body fat!  LOL.  This diet has been reeking havoc on my stomach, but I will survive. 

On a positive note, she came back from a walk yesterday and said "I can do this.  I can get my weight under control.  This is a new beginning for me."  Bingo! Music to my ears.  And so, like a true Mom (step or not), I woke her up at 5:30 this morning and she got up, walked on the treadmill for an hour and started off her day with a good sweat.  As for the exciting meals of the day….soup, fruit and veggies. 

I’ve never done a crash diet of any kind.  Whether it be Atkins, Cabbage soup or whatever else is out there.  BUT, I cannot say "never" any longer.  Bad trainer, bad…bad trainer.  LOL.

My step-daughter is overweight.  Not by plenty, but, enough to where you notice.  She’s very sensitive about the issue and for this entire summer she has not been open to having a discussion on the matter.  When her Dad tried, tears and upset feelings took over.

Well, her friend’s wedding is this weekend (something she’s been aware of all summer!) and guess who wants to lose 10 pounds in one week?  LOL.  It’s somewhat of a detox cleanse kind of thing, could get her moving in the right direction.  Now, let me tell you, don’t know how much weight she’ll shed with this crazy Sacred Heart Diet we are doing.  She didn’t get on the scale in front of me.  I hope she knows her number.  As for myself, I am going to the bathroom like a darn champion.  At one point, I didn’t even make it to the bathroom.  I was pissed!  No weight training until this madness is over.  Jumped on treadmill, took a walk for an hour on an incline, slow pace and worked up a fantastic sweat.  All-righty….. I get more soup today and a baked potato for dinner with butter!  Exciting, isn’t it!  

Went and visited with family this weekend.  Plenty of the same stuff and it’s always fun.  Food, pool playing, jokes, drinking, and aaahhh…those darn "remember when you…" moments.  Yeah, nothing like family to remind you of the times you’ve screwed up.  LOL. 

This year, we all made it to the usual festival held around the same time.  My sister is a horseshoe player.  She’s taken first place for the last three years in a row.  This year, she took second.  There was a 5k run held at 7 a.m.  I considered running in the race, but my ass stayed in bed snuggled up to my husband.  There are a couple of draw backs to traveling, but staying in a hotel and having sex on a different bed is not one of them!  I’ll admit, my sisters and I are a little crazy.  So when I heard of the wet titty contest, I was game.  Unfortunately, my husband was not game.  LOL.  Note to self:  must leave husband at home!  (just kidding)  However, I talked my youngest sister into the titty contest (no husband around) and she tied for first.  The guys will pour just about anything on you!  Water, beer.  She looked great, chest all glistening from being wet, no nipple show….we insisted.  We had a blast.  The next day our parents just shook their heads.  And so, more little stories added to our history of "remember when."  Good times. 

I don’t normally activate my PM message.  Strange things can be requested, implied, sent, asked!  However, there are a couple of people here I talk to, we keep it real.  Past the whole "you’re hot" crap.  Last night, however, while this sleeping beauty lay in a peaceful slumber in her castle, a dark knight sent a note via a PRIVATE MESSAGE and it read:

Hi baby!

Every time I go back to look at your photo album I like and I get HOTTER…
Is possible to get private photos yours?
I would very much like to see all the secrets of your body!
I hope not offend by asking this desire.
Kisses.

Sir Knight,

I don’t care to hear about your steamy condition.  Unfortunately, I am offended by the knowledge of your desire.  Since it does not concern me, since it is not of interest to me, I find it cumbersome and irritating. 

Sincerely,

Belle

P.S.:  No thanks to the kisses.

Hence, the message was sent at 2:52 AM.  Lack of sleep can cause someone to become delusional.  He is young, 27, should possibly put him in the "young and stupid" category.  He is a guy, guys….they always try, girls……sometimes give in, and the circus goes on.

*Woman who goes to man’s apartment for snack, gets titbit.

*Man who lay woman on ground, get peace on earth.

*Man who gets kicked in testicles, left holding the bag.

*Man who kisses girl’s behind, gets crack in face.

*Man with holes in pocket, feels cocky all day.

*Man who fight with wife all day, get no piece at night.

*Virginity like balloon-one PRICK, all gone.

*Girl who rides bicycle, peddles ass all over town.

*Man who take lady on camping trip, have one intent.

*Man who go to bed with sex on mind wake up with solution in hand. 

I seem to get caught up in my own dysfucntion.  The dysfunction of planning and not planning.  I realize, the opposite of dysfucntion is dysfuction and yet the stuggle with my inner self, continues.  To put this in perspective, it’s been a bi*#h.  A hairy one at that. 

I have a new workout laid out and I’ll be hitting it shortly.  I’ve been showing up to the gym, on and off, pushing weights mindlessly.  Hence, no gameplan.  I don’t always feel you have to have a plan.  First of all, it just wears my ass out or my adult ADD/ADHD gets in the way.  Showing up and doing something, is better than doing nothing.  Sometimes, I need a mindless, sweaty workout.  Chances are, even when you do have a plan, things don’t always work out as planned. 

However, it’s good to have one, you know where you’re headed.  If you don’t know where you’re headed, how will you know when you get there?  Even if you don’t get there, atleast you’ll know that also!  Thing is, you have be flexible with a plan due to the unexpected things you come across that you didn’t plan on happening.  Sometimes, I have a problem with this concept.  Okay, let me be honest, most of the time this is a serious issue.  If I come up with a plan and I have to change it, the plan is ruined!  It constitues instant failure and the onset of discouragement begins to arise and settle around me.  I know, need to seek counseling for this.  So, the plan is, not to SWEAT the plan, just the workout!

I’ve been catapulted into a world of "Queens."  Things weren’t quite working out between the fitness director and I where I started.  He didn’t have much to say when I was around, was a little reserved, somewhat uneasy.  Not sure what that was all about, but, it wasn’t working for me and so I transferred to a different location.

It’s been a colorful experience to say the least.   Thing is, at this club, we have all kind of colorful characters.  Basically, the location is known as "gay" city.   It’s been a great experience so far.  My looks, my ass and boobs, are not an issue anymore.  I’m not getting hit on.  Every now and then a straight man will make an approach, few and far between though.

Some men are flamboyantly out there, some men are very coy and other’s, well, kinda go both ways.  It’s best not to assume.  The rules of such a colorful enviornment aren’t quite what they would be at a typical gym.  Allow me to give you the scoop!

1.  No shower curtains up in the men’s showers.  A couple of issues, too many men getting kinky in the bathroom behind these curtains.  Also, supposedly, these guys tear the curtains up and do interesting things with them for other’s to see.

2.  Turns out, some people are mid-surgery.   Although these so called "girls" feel they belong in the women’s bathroom, not the case.  If your license doesn’t say you are female, take your boobs, balls and dick to the men’s bathroom!

3.  Then there are the cross-dressers.  Working out with wigs, lipstick and all.  They are girls at heart, however, same rules apply

I guess the most interesting thing of all is how all these people mesh on the floor.  Hot shorts, shorter and tighter then mine!  Sweaty men checking each other out.  Men territorial over their men.  Heterosexuals needing their space, keeping low key and very much to themselves or they’ll send out the wrong message.  Our PT’s don’t prospect much on the floor for that reason alone.  Some have been a little touched on and hit on, the whole "convert" you thing.  Guys, straight or not….on the prowl! 

I don’t understand this whole concept of trying to be open minded to the point of senselessness.  Am I the only one who’s thinking this? I ask myself.  It’s offensive to read "MAN GIVES BIRTH."  Seriously?  She was a SHE who now is a she/he.  Half man, half woman.  I thought about it for a while, her situation, her feeling like a man instead of a woman.  Must be difficult, I said to myself, to not feel right in your own skin about who you are.  It also occurred to me, if she knew she always wanted to have children, why not do so first, then go through her transformation?  Then there wouldn’t be this whole sensationalism of "MAN GIVES BIRTH."  And so, I think to myself, would someone do this just to go down in the history books?  And just what do you say to the child?  Most of all, does it count?  As far as I’m concerned, absolutely not.  Here’s the thing I know about men, REAL MEN….

REAL MEN DO NOT GIVE BIRTH….

"If I caught your husband cheating on you would you want to know?" I asked my girlfriend.  She grew quiet for a moment, giving my question some thought, "Yes." she responded.  "Why? "Would you leave him?" I asked.  "I don’t know.  I don’t think so." She said.  "Then why would you want to know?" I questioned.  "It’s better to know then not to.  Not knowing is embarrassing.  I’d wonder if someone else knew and if I was that "poor" wife who didn’t."  I decided to take the conversation one step further. "If your husband caught you cheating do you think he’d stay with you?"  She didn’t take a moment to think about my question.  "No, he wouldn’t put up with it."  And so I wonder, are women more inclined to stay with their cheating spouses then men?  If so, why?  And what does an affair mean to a man?  Is it a territorial apha dog thing?  Is it the whole pride one take’s in one’s penis?  Do you ask that question, "Was his dick bigger than mine?"  Does that thought even cross your mind?    Hmm, I’m curious.

Personally, I think I’m getting screwed over.  My PC came down with a virus.  The virus was so bad the pc guy had to take it in and bring it down to the basics.  So be it.  About two days later I get a call from him saying my stuff no longer fits on my hard drive and I need a new drive.  Question, how can that be?  It didn’t go in for a memory problem, it went in due to a virus.  I never had any issues with memory, the speed of the PC, or anything else.  Personally, I don’t understand and I feel I’m being screwed over. 

Moving on, went to St. Louis.  You know, there are some things on this body that are very fit, don’t seem to lose fitness ever.  My mouth and my stomach.  All I did was eat, seconds, many, many seconds and back up the usual four pounds.  LOL.  Traveling is tough on me.  It messes up with my internal system and I did not go to the bathroom once in four days!  I’ll have you know, I crapped like a champion this morning.  Still four pounds heavier but feeling so much better.  LOL.  TMI?  Whatever. 

Before I headed out of town I took a friend of mine out for his 40th b-day.  I showed up to the restaurant early.  I had some phone calls to make and needed to get my organizer organized so I took the time to do so while waiting for him to arrive.  I was busy, tending to my business when I hear someone say, "You working on a million dollar deal?  My friend and I have been watching you and you should be enjoying yourself and not working so hard."  I looked up and laid eyes on a man about my age, good looking, somewhat out of shape but nevertheless, easygoing.  "Not a million dollar deal," I responded, "Just trying to get caught up in life."  He asked if I was waiting for someone and I said I was.  He offerred to purchase a margarita for me anyway.  The margarita arrived, his play began and I sat back and listened.  Two drinks into my margarita, the b-day boy arrived.  My new acquaintance became a little uneasy.  He was put to ease though and bought my friend a drink.  The b-day boy left the table to get the waiter and my aquaintance made his move to ask me out to lunch, which I turned him down, gracefully.  Made me feel a little guilty.  I did have my wedding ring on, I did say I was waiting for someone and so I wondered, should I have reimbursed him for the drink?  Not the first time that question has crossed my mind.  I think, you take your chances when you buy someone a drink, right?  It’s a 50/50 chance.  You might get something out of it, you might not.  Finally, it was just the b-day boy and myself, we had a few more margaritas and lunch.  We ate and drank more than $20.00 worth, but that was the total bill.  B-day boy was a little riled, he was a cheap ass date!  "That’s what happens when you play with the big girls."  I teased.  More laughter.  Good times.