Spanishbelle’s BodyBlog

A girlfriend and I were talking about dating when she said some guy told her he had a big dick.  "That’s nice" she replied.  She and I laughed about it and I said to her, back in my single days, I had the same thing happen to me at a restaurant.  Maybe I looked hungry…for dick!  LOL.  I found it, nevertheless, perplexing as did she.  Why would someone come up to some and say that?  We took the topic into serious consideration and had some fun with it. 

11.  Him:  I have a big dick.  Her:  And do you have a job to go with that dick? 

10.  Him:  I have a big dick.  Her:  Is that the only BIG thing you have going for you?

09.  Him:  I have a big dick.  Her:  I don’t even like the rest of you, your 10 to 12 inches still falls short.

08.  Him:  I have a big dick.  Her:  I heard.  Unfortunately, I know you still live with your Momma. 

07.  Him:  I have a big dick.  Her:  You’re not including the size of your balls are you? 

06.  Him:  I have a big dick.  Her:  And I have a small pussy, it won’t work. 

05.  Him:  I have a big dick.  Her:  Yeah?  I have a bigger dildo. 

04.  Him:  I have a big dick.  Her:  Sorry, I only do small ones.

03.  Him:  I have a big dick.  Her:  I have a big headache.

02.  Him:  I have a big dick.  Her:  Well, I think it’s worked it’s way up your ass–you’re walking and talking kind of funny.

01.  Him:  I have a big dick.  Her:  If you’d stop drinking you’d come to your senses.   

Sometimes, the gym is a frightening place to be at.  While gathering my stuff after my workout there was this other woman in the the locker room.  Her belongings were above mine, two lockers over.  So, I pull out my stuff and on my way up there is her ass right in front of my face.  White see through panties, dimples and what have you staring at me and yes….crack.  Maybe I looked up at the wrong time.  Maybe she is one of those women with no concern.  I did not appreciate the short distance of my face to her ass, I dared not breath! 

There’s this new thing catching on on the gym floor.  There was this guy lifting hard and heavy and after his accomplishments he’d drop the weight causing all kinds of commotion.  As if that’s not enough, he yells.  A Tarzan, lion kind of gutteral sound.  Intentionally.  What gives?  Today, some other guy was doing it.  Testosterone…it can do weird things to people.

Last but not least, there was this one cutie pie.  I think he lost his way to a club and ended up at the gym.  He was wearing a white muscle shirt, blue jeans, nice shoes, belt and walking around with his phone.  He looked good, just a little out of place!

I’m pushing ahead.  It does feel like an excavation process, a climb, peeling the layers of oneself.  I’ve been working at it, slowly but surely.  I don’t have it set in stone as far as what day of the week I’m hitting the gym.  Five days out of the week sounds good, no pressure and that seems to agree with me for now.  I am sore from that darn Firm workout.  I didn’t say it doesn’t work, I simply said I felt silly. 

Cardio is coming along.  Some girlfriends and I are running a relay race come March, I have five weeks to build up my mileage.  I’ve started at three miles and will proceed from there.  In regards to nutrition, ugh!  I’m not a junker, I’m plain finicky.  At the moment I don’t like beef, pork, chicken, fish or vegetables.  That leaves pasta as the food of choice and I’m not that big on it either.  I find the nutrition aspect more difficult than anything else.  Suffice it to say, I don’t have much of an appetite.  I’m possibly consuming 1000 calories, a little under or possibly slighly over.  Protein shakes is the easiest way to get calories in for now, unfortunately, I broke my blender last night.  I’ll be taking care of that today. 

I have acquiesed and a trainer/co-worker and I are working out legs come Wednesday.  I am quite aggitated about it.  I like my music and getting lost in my own little head.  But, I think I’ve been spending too much time in my own little head!  So, I will force myself to stick to it.  It’s an opportunity to grow and learn.  Happy workouts!

So I own a couple of workout videos.  Let me tell you, it’s been a long, long time since I’ve worked out to a video.  My Firm video is so old, it is a VHS tape.  But hey, two videos later, back to back, I worked up a sweat.  LOL.  Enough with the videos for this girl!

Today was a day of many firsts.  Not because I haven’t done this before, but because it’s been so long since I have it should count as a first.  I took a 4 mile jog around our neighborhood, can’t remember the last time I did that.  I brought my step-daughter’s dog on my run and my 10 year old joined us on his bike.  The first two miles were rough!  I was one of those people being lead by the dog.  When I see such a scenario I always think such people have no business owning a dog!  Shameful!  A mile and a  half into our run, he knew his place.  That was a workout in itself, getting that 90 lb. beast in-line.  We all chilled at the park after our run.  It was a good day, we’ll see what tomorrow brings on.

I’ll be the first to admit, I’m not looking like my profile picture at the moment.  Sometimes, life just gets in the way.  Our teen has been causing havoc on this family and it has so changed the way I have been walking through life.  Disappointed, sad, frustrated, pissed…one f*%k-up after another for about 6 months now.  I’m not exactly sure at what point it started wearing me down, but it has.  I stopped doing the things I enjoy doing.  I stopped taking phone calls from family and friends.  I stopped going out to lunch with friends, stopped looking in the mirror, going to the gym and started staying home and in bed a little longer.  It’s been tough.  I’m to the point where I miss me.  I miss the sassy, fiesty, smart-ass blogging, quirky side of me. I miss my size zeros, I miss the gym and somehow, again, I have to put this crap in perspective.  This journey of being a mother, letting go as he makes his own mistakes and will at some point learn from them is not easy.  I can’t protect him from himself.  It’s true, I can’t.  Although I mentally understand this, it’s my heart that gives and stumbles.  I’ve started going through the motions of getting back to me.  I’m back in the gym, force myself to make a phone call to someone in my circle of friends.  It’s been difficult, more difficult than any weight I can push or pull, but today is better than yesterday and so I take it one day and one moment at a time.

There’s nothing like reach out and text someone.  I received some text and e-mails, all random subjects, which made me laugh and give life some thought.  Might be one or the other, both or neither for you.

Text from middle sister:  Please come & get Santa!!  He’s standing outside my house hollerin HO! HO! HO!!  But I keep tellin him you don’t live here!

Text from middle sister:  Money is short.  Times are hard.  I just texted you your f*#!ing Christmas Card!  Your broke-a!! sister.

Text from baby sister:  Tu eres una persona tan dulce, pero tan dulce, que solo te hace falta que te metas un palo en el culo para k seas paleta. 

Translation for those of you who do not know how to read spanish:  You are a sweet person, so very sweet, you lack to shove a stick up your a!! to be a lolli-pop.

Text from baby sister:  "BAD BITCHES" We are disliked by plenty, wanted by many, hated by some, but confronted by none!  Send to 6 bad bitches u love!  Middle sister forwarded this text to me.  My response to my sisters:  I’ve changed!

A message from a friend:

Since the New Year will not be any newer than you are, make up your mind that you are going to be NEW!