Spanishbelle’s BodyBlog

I’ve been hitting the gym with the intentions of slimming down, except, it hasn’t quite happened that way.  I’ve gained, everywhere, size and weight and not to mention strength.  I realize it’s hard for some people to put stuff on, I’m not one of those people.  I do like lifting heavier, need to work the diet, cut down to one party weekend and kick up the cardio.  Anyway, here are my stats and we’ll see what my new plan brings at the end of April!

Weight:  104.6 to 110.4

Neck:  11.5 to 12

Shoulders:  37.5 to 40.5

Chest:  34 to 35

Arms:  9 to 10 3/4

Waist:  25.5 to 28

Hips:  32 to 35

Legs:  17 to 19.5

Calves:  11 to 12.5

I’ve been in the house of pain as of last week!  My list of what does not hurt on me would be more convenient to go through.  I fell off the wagon on my cardio.  I’m back to it this week as of an hour ago.  My workout was intense and it was too darn long.  I’m working on building up my mileage with the intentions of taking on a race or two in the summer.  Unfortunately, I didn’t make it to the gym this morning to crank out the cardio and so I did it all this afternoon.  My sets and reps consist of working until I reach failure.  Three sets into it I was ready to call it quits.  I was tired.  My body and mind were both screaming TIRED.  I focused on my goal, visualized a sleek and slender me.  My spirit, that fight we tap into every now in then, pulled me through.  I had an incredible 40 minute run.  Even the glitch of my shoe lace coming untied did not stop me from starting up all over again. I accidently hit the stop button instead of the pause button.  I was pissed but I started all over again.  It’s so darn hard!  Why does it have to be so hard?  I am downright spent, however, I’ll be better for it tomorrow. 

Hubby and I were laying in bed one day, he was watching TV while I was reading a smut book laying on my belly.  I closed my book up and stared at him.  My abrupt actions catch his attention.  "I’ve been thinking." I said.  I always get an "oh-oh" when I start a conversation with those words.  Sure enough, I got my "Oh-oh" and "oh-no" while he turned down the TV.  "I’m curious.  How does it feel?"  I asked.  "How does it feel to be a man?  Reach into your pants, feel your dick, stroke it, make it swell and grow?"  "When you put it that way, it feels pretty darn good." He laughs.  "I wonder about it." I reply.  "Wonder about how it feels to feel it grow nice and hard and have it become engorged.  If I had an opportunity, I’d like to come back to this world as a man and I only want to be here on this earth as a man for as long as it would take to get me laid."  He tells me it’s harder than it looks.  "I find it erotic." I continue, "The thought of being inside someone.  I don’t get the whole lesbian dildo thing.  The penis has no feeling!  If I were to be a man I’d like a nice 6 1/2 to 7 inch, good girth penis.  Circumcised.  And I cannot come back as a short man.  I have to be the type of man I’m attracted to.  A good 6"2", 215 to 225 lbs."  "You’ve been thinking about this." He says.  I sit up on my knees and nod a yes.  "I’d like to reach into my pants, feel my rod grow and bend someone over, thrust deep inside them and ram their head up against the headboard with a handfull of their hair in my hand." I murmur in a lusty state playing it out for him as the words roll off my tongue and out of my mouth.  I flop back onto my belly once I’m done.  "You have a weird wife don’t you?"  He laughs.  He assures me more women have thought along the same lines, they just keep it to themselves.  He goes on to say, it’s more mental than anything else, the getting off part.  "Just put yourself in the moment, a toy," he says, "you can get there."  LOL.  Kinky bastard.  I’m thinking, I should have skipped the visual. 

After you Dream, You Must Do….

Don’t live in your head.

The only thing that separates you from the people who have what you want is the fact that they are out there doing it while you are still dreaming it.

Stop planning and start doing.

There’s nothing like taking a trip back home and being confronted on how good you look or how good you don’t look.  "Is it my imagination or is your ass not as firm and as small as it was last time?"  LOL.  Asked my little sister who is 20 lbs. or so heavier from the last time I saw her.  Of course, I did not mention the 20 lbs. when it came to her rear.  Some things, there’s just no denying it and there’s no need for it to be said.  There’s nothing like family though to throw that little jab, a little poke of some sort.  I’m not sure what to call it.  Envy?  It doesn’t feel like it.  Jealousy?  It does not feel like that either.  Maybe a simple observation.  However, I do find that not everything must be said, needs to voiced or discussed unless of course I bring it up.  In the grand scheme of things it doesn’t matter.  If it wouldn’t of been my ass, it would have been my hair, my nails, or something else!  They just roll that way.  This explains why sometimes you are better off drunk when dealing with family.  Later on, we played a game of tennis.  I’m competitive and when I took a couple of aims I did hit MY target.  I apologized of course and left the rest unsaid.  Petty…yes.  Fun, yes.  On the bright side, I was working on my not so firm and smaller ass!  

I’ve been hitting my workout for two weeks now.  Talk about I am spent afterwards.  My appetite is frightening and boy do I need some serious sleep.  My first week was kind of a trial week, figure out load, get used to the new routine.  I felt during my incline press that I could go a little heavier.  Now, I’m not a pussy by any means, however, let me tell you I felt some apprehension going up to the next dumbbell weight.  I realize this weight is laughable to some of you guys and gals.  Hell, I’m laughing myself.  The thing about fear is, it’s not always reasonable.  However, I picked up the 30 lb. dumbbells and hit my chest inclines, a good 10 reps for 3 sets.  Then I decided to take on my shoulder press with the same dumbbells.  I couldn’t do it.  Seriously, I was scared and pissed over my concern.  I wasn’t going to leave the gym without giving it a try though.  I realized I was afraid of not being able to lift the weight and hurt myself in the process, so, I looked for a spotter and got me one.  I hit it, 2 sets-5 reps-30 pounds.  I didn’t need my spotter second time around.  All my weight has gone up now, by 10, 15, 20 lbs. depending on the exercise.  Every now and then I have a moment of pause, a little fear creeps in, but I’m working on my dumbbell ghost one rep and set at a time. 

The girls and I ran our 18 mile relay this past weekend.  My intention was to run the 5.25 leg, however, I ran the second leg which was 3.75 miles.  A couple of things came to mind here, I carb loaded way too much taking into consideration I was going to run 3.75 miles and it was only 3.75 miles!  No sweat, so I thought.  It was cold, winds gusting up to 25 mph.  There is nothing worse than running on cold, numb feet.  Three miles of my run was uphill  and as luck would have it, against the wind.  Upon reaching the top of the hill with finish line in sight, as luck would also have it, a flat course laid before me with no breeze.  Not even a whisper of a breeze.  I was overheated, pukey and if I was going to make it to the end I needed to take desperate measures.   So, I took off my t-shirt and yes, I was wearing a sports bra.  A white one at that.  I know!  I know!  Tacky, but hell, I just didn’t care.  I’m afraid you could see the color of my headlights.  Again, tacky.  Next time, I’ll wear a sports bra with some color to it!  I set a couple of goals for myself before I took my run.  I decided, not to allow anyone to pass me up and I pulled it off.  Then I decided to catch up to the other second leg girl from another team I had met on the shuttle bus.  She had a good 15 minutes on me by the time my first leg arrived.  However, I spotted her about 200 yards from the finish line.  Yes, I caught up to her.  Yes, I passed her up.  It was the toughest 3.75 miles I’ve ever ran.  Once I calmed down I decided, I’d like to do it again.  I looked around, picked out a couple of other people to chase down at another time.  Which reminds me, it’s not about the distance, it’s about the journey and my calves, well they are still a little bent out of shape. 

Hubby and I traded vehicles for a day.  I drove his Jag and he drove my suburban.

Hubby

1. Filled up vehicle with gas.
2. Tended to oil.
3. Took out dog kennel and put third seat in.
4. Cleaned out vehicle.
5. Had vehicle washed.

ME

1. Parked car onto a parking cement block.  Tore bottom of car off.  “Surely” I thought to myself, “I didn’t do this.  It was already messed-up.”  Brought it to husband’s attention, he changes colors…pale white followed by red…a glare and silence.  He changes clothes to fix the damage.
2. In an attempt not to run over him while he’s tending to car I steer wide, run off driveway and land on sprinkler head.  He makes his way to sprinkler head.  “Is it busted I ask?”  as I roll down the window.  More glaring and a yes.
3. Mentions I fail to notice car filled with gas and washed. 
4. Park suburban under tree at grocery store, bird sh*t all over vehicle.
5. Park suburban too close to house, put another dent on the door.

Car is fixed by dinner time and he’s beaming with pride.  "You see,"  I say to him.  "You wouldn’t know how competent you are if I didn’t do this kind of stuff."  He laughs. 

After a horrendous party weekend of drinking and eating, I tipped the scale at 108 lbs this morning.  Does not take much for this girl to put crap on.  I decided it was time, time to take some dreaded pictures, they are always a "WAKE UP CALL" for me.  One can always BS themselves when looking in the mirror, as we all know though, the camera does not lie.  I can say it is an improvement from how things were hanging before!  LOL.  I’m looking like a little freaking football player, shoulders are a little too broad.  Up until this point I’ve hit the gym with the intention of getting moving, being active again with weights and cardio.  I’ve come up with a game plan for the next six weeks and so the pictures were painful but necessary.  I have a relay race this weekend with friends.  I hope not to be too sore for the race.