Spanishbelle’s BodyBlog

I got the best Christmas present ever, a Pussy!  My pussy is lovely.  My pussy is very fiestly and so I named my pussy Frisky.  I love to pet my pussy and kiss on her.   She’s so soft and warm.  If I pet her right and she likes it, she purrs.  My little pussy is very pretty, I’ll have to show you my pussy soon. 

Christmas was a blast with my family.  I tied one on Christmas day with my brothers and sisters.  We decided to take an all girl road trip this summer.  Somewhere between a bathroom break and getting another beer my sisters decided on going to Vegas.  Personally, gambling is not my thing.  I was opting for my hubby to fly us to Vegas but they want to drive, this whole bonding thing.  I was outnumbered so I agreed.  On a good note, when I returned back to our hotel room, hubby said I got back juuussst right!  LOL.  Men!  Always looking to capitalize when Momma’s a little spent!

I took two weeks off from training clients, they were cancelling left and right.  Holiday excuses, sickness lies and what have you.  I suspected, one too many parties and hangovers.  I swear, I had a couple of clients I almost got drunk off of just smelling them!  As for my fitness, well, I haven’t seen the inside of a gym since  my two week vacation with the family.  I’ve been sleeping in until ten or 11 a.m., eating just about everything I shouldn’t and you know, I’m not feeling guilty.  I am great at this lazy-ass stuff!  I am amazed at how my ass can grow!  That was until I put on my darn size two’s.  I wasn’t going there though so, I put those darn pants away.  I LOVE sweat pants!  I’m feeling much better, emotionally.  The one thing I dreaded, family get together, seems to be what I needed most.  As a friend of mine once said, too deep in the forest to see the trees.

I’m thinking, I have a broken heart.  My husband broke my heart.  He suffered some heartache himself, except, he’s over it and I’m not.  Here’s where it pays off to be single, he breaks your heart and you can go on the hunt for another heart-breaker!  However, in the married life, not that easy.  Atleast it shouldn’t be.  Although all apologies have been made and everything is now back to normal there is this unexplainable sadness that surfaces out of nowhere.  I’m not harboring hate, anger or vengence.  If I close my eyes and shut the world out, I wish it would have never happened.  I’m disappointed.  Then there were friends who were privy to our situation who no longer call now that all is settled.  I guess there’s nothing to gossip about.  I’m not only disappointed but also embarrassed.  But what hurts the most, is knowing how we tore into each other.  It was ugly, hurtful and I’m still spinning from it.

People don’t always make sense during the holidays.  For me, it is the one time during the year where I think it’s acceptable to act a little crazy and possibly not realize you are doing so or realize you are, but,  you’re unable to act otherwise.  Think about it, all the Christmas cheer coming at you, christmas music, expenses and the family time spent with the family crazies….yes, people are bound to get/act a little crazy.  Having said that, the women in the gym were acting crazy-strange yesterday!  There was this one chic following me and doing every exercise I was doing.  No, I didn’t know her and no she was not with me.  I don’t know what to say, other than it was obvious and so silly.  So then I run into this oriental chic during my cardio session and she was glaring at me, up and down, checking everything out.  After I finished my cardio I ran into her on the way to the ladies room and again another up and down stare/glare.  I don’t know if she wanted to make out with me or kick my ass!  I’m still at a loss on that one.  Last, there was this white girl who kept her distance but was always close by.  She followed me into the bathroom.  I could tell she wanted to say something or ask something but didn’t.  She did, however, watch me dress and I let her.  Could I have stopped her? I ask myself.  I guess I could have asked what she wanted, but hell, I really didn’t want to know what was going on in that pretty little head of hers!  LOL.  Whatever, it’s Christmas. 

I decided, I won’t be one of those New Year Resolutioners!  Nope, I’ll be two weeks ahead of them.  Hey, progress is progress.  I’m up to 5 pull-ups now.  I started with two and now I’m up to five.  I can only imagine what I’d be up to if I was a little more consistent about working-out!  I had a 1 mile warm-up, afterwards, I hit the weights.  Haven’t lost any strength with the exception of the bench-press, possibly.  I didn’t give it a serious go yesterday, simply benched the bar by itself 25 times, a couple of times.  I might give it a go today. 

I decided to take it easy and keep it simple.  I started with a light warm-up set for the entire body followed by two sets, 10 reps, of the original weight I was pushing before I went on a hiatus.  I had a mile and half cool down, then I was done.  Might I add, some soreness is settling in.  Needless to day, no eye candy at the gym.  DAMN!  It’s always inspiring!  Where are all the freaking hot guys?  I’ll be back to it today.  I skipped wearing my hot shorts.  Unfortunately, my ass is in need of a serious lift.  I’ll be hitting the stairmaster machine for a good 30 minutes today.  After the lift, I’m in need of a serious thigh reduction, therefore, I’ll be spending 30 minutes on the treadmill.  I’m spanish, let me tell ya, it’s very easy to put it on back there and it takes plenty of work to keep it in check! 

STALKERS:  I love to log onto this site and realize I am stalking someone.  I wonder, why did you every decide to leave me?  Was I not good to you?  LOL.  Okay, hate to see ya go, but hey, have a good one.  I lost one, gained 11…I feel lucky! 

KINKY:  Now, moving on.  So I had this "new friend" solicitiation.  Taking into consideration my last blog I’m thinking I could have asked for his indecent proposal.  My new friend, wanting and asking to get kinky on the internet.  LOL. GUYS!  I think it was a guy, but ya never know!

SHAME & WHAT NOT!:  The gym is a ghost town right now and I’m digging it.  This morning, the boys room (free weight area) was sanz men.  A cold 24 to 29 degrees here in Texas kept most of them at home this morning.  Something about men and cold weather, wanting to stay a little longer in bed.  In about three to five months, we’ll see who was naughty!  My workouts have been a come and go thing.  I’m afraid, I’ll be joining all those New Year Resolutioners!  Feels a little shameful, but I’m thinking, if it gets me moving in the right direction…a little shame can be a good thing!

You ever look across the table or room at a friend or a couple and wonder about their behavior behind close doors?  Do you wonder about what they indulge in when no one but their dog is watching?  Since the dog can’t talk who the hell is he/she going to tell?  I think about it all the time.  Could be my kinky mind works a little on the perverted side.  I wonder…..what kind of sex do they have?  What’s her/his favorite position?  Do they have toys?  What kind?  Just how kinky do they get? 

I also wonder about the politically correct and polite people.  You know, the kind that insist they take a shower immediately after sex.  Or the kind that insist on changing the sheets immediately after sex.  Or the kind that engage only with the lights off.  Of course, allow me to mention the  over-confident people.  The "it’s all good" type.  LOL.  In talking to some women, most don’t admit they wonder along my lines.  Hmmm…I think they do but it all comes down to a good girl/bad girl complex.  Truth is, I see a man who catches my eye and I wonder…what does the rest of him look like?   Thing is, I really don’t want to know, I want to keep wondering.  You see, the thing about keeping the fantasy going…there can be so many scenarios one can play with in the mind.  It’s always exactly how you like it, when you like it, how long you like it, afterwards you can put it all away.  It never disappoints and no one gets hurt in the process!  Some of you people are very kinky!  LOL. 

Before I go, funny story for you.  So, my hubby and I had finished….ya know.  And I prefer to get it on ON his side of the bed.  In case I don’t change the sheets that night (shameful, I know!) he sleeps on the wet spot, not me!  However, we had indulged in a morning session.  In the process of changing the sheets my little man walked into my room and went over to the bed and hence, saw the wet spot.  I heard a gasp and turned around to find myself looking into his bewildered eyes.  "Mommie," he said, agast, "Did you PEE?"   

Here’s the thing about training people, you just never know what lies beneath!  It is kind of like Christmas, no telling what’s underneath all that stuff.  So, let me get to the point.  Did you ever see "Sex and the City?"  In this one particular episode Samantha Jones says to her friends, "I’m dating someone with the nastiest tasting spunk!"  LOL.  Well, I’m training a couple of people with the nastiest smelling…..goodness, how should I say this?  Okay, it’s not spunk, for sure.  It’s not ass or under arm odor.  Okay, allow me to start over and deliver this  to you in the spirit of Samantha Jones.  Here we go, "I’m training someone with the nastiest smelling pussy.  Correction….pussies.  Honey, they need to do something about that coo-chie…get something in there and I mean pronto."  (Pronto is spanish for "fast")  Seriously, one client smells like sex.  Yes, I can smell her.   The good news is, she got married and so I can’t smell her as much.  Guess the honeymoon is over.  However, this other client of mine…I just don’t know!  She’s clean, she looks clean and nice,  just fishy!  I’m thinking, this is a passing thing.   Sometimes people smell funny when they first start working out, all those toxins and crap  coming out of your pores.  However, I’ve been assured by another trainer, this is not the case.  It is absolutely overpowering, my mind and senses are still spinning.  And so I wonder, about men and women.  How do they do it?  Visiting those netherlands.  Brave souls!  I’m telling you, my feet are screeching against the floor for the next session to come.  I hope my allergies kick in soon!

I’m glad, glad Thanksgiving is over and to be brutally honest, I’m not feeling "merry" as of yet.  Life gets a little hectic during the holidays.  People get a little crazy.  I realize I must come up with a strategy to survive the holidays this year.  In my moment of deep contemplation and self-excavation I decided to commit to a Christmas Countdown.  Clean eating and exercising, cardio and all with some planned exceptions until Christmas day.  I laid out my clothes for work, packed my gym attire, worked up my to do list and my pretty little head hit the pillow for a good nights rest.

I woke up with an attitude of a champion, focused and prepared to carry my day as planned.  I was on track, that was until my suburban overheated on me and I was stranded at my bank.  Called my kid to come pick me up.  Jumped in his car to continue my day as planned, I was not going to be slowed down.  That lasted up until a double car accident stopped me in my tracks.  I waited and waited and waited for the mess to be cleared up.  I noticed, during the wait, the inspection sticker and oil change were past due on my son’s car since the summer.  Of course, I got that taken care of.  I was out of time for my scheduled workout, now, it was time to meet a client.  She was having one of those days herself and so, she broke down in the middle of her workout.  Ugh!  I was already edgy and pissy.  I took her to the treadmill, had her cry it out.  I wasn’t in the mood to tell her it was going to be okay.  Truth is, I don’t know if it is or if it isn’t.  What I do know, it will pass and she will get through it.  People were looking on, I remained calm praying for grace and graciousness.  We struck up a conversation, a senseless one, on why people cry.  She didn’t know why she was crying.  "You don’t have to make sense out of every emotion you feel or every tear you shed." I replied.  "If you did, there’d be no fu!*ing counselors in the world."  She laughed and cried.  The tears passed, she gave me a sheepish smile after the cardio was done and apologized.  The rest of my day continued pretty much the same….shitty.  After getting much done, none of which I planned to do, this belle slipped into her PJ’s at 7:30 tonight.  Curled into bed next to the hubby’s lap top, pulled up her bb site and some porn.  Moral of the story, my shitty day will not determine how I CHOSE to unwind!  P.S.  No plans for tomorrow!