a lot.
I was a size 10 (or by today's standards an 8) in high school. I attribute that size to having cute boys take me out for lunch all the time. After I quit dating, I dropped down to a size 5.
Until '08, I could still wear my high school wardrobe (most of the time).
Our finances took a dive in '09, we became dirt poor and I subsisted off of microwave popcorn.
I hit a size 14/16...
gasp!!
That hurt. I quickly went on a diet and I'm left with skin that is freakin' me out man.
Glycolic acid is my new best friend.
I can see why the man in the basement is...well... living in the basement. I'm not what I once was.
I went from hot.....
to not.
I'm back down to a 10/12 but those last 17 pounds are driving me insane. They've hung on my midsection for over 18 months now.
I'm pretty sure that my weight gain correlated with my giving up my vegan lifestyle; I had too....it was too expensive and the soy made my hair fall out. I'd rather have nice long hair than a boney frame any day of the week.
My skin looks like a maze of imperfections and I still have some lumps and bumps in places that is driving me bonkers. I'm not much to look at.
I worked out so damn much that I hurt my hip a couple of weeks ago and can't put on my shoes the way I normally do.
Please don't laugh.
I'm getting older.
I went whining to my elders about it. I usually put my shoes on standing up on one leg, with the other leg lifted across the alternate knee, in a figure four fashion.
I can't do that anymore without pain. I'm going to have to get into yoga or something to regain my flexibility.
My auntie told me that people don't usually put their shoes on like that. She showed me how she does it. She sits down, lifts one leg straight up a couple of inches and puts on her shoes. That works like a charm.
I feel stupid. Hey, to be fair, I haven't seen another human being get dressed in several years now.
Still, I feel like an out of shape dolt.
At least, until today....
I saw an news story hailing from San Francisco.
Occupy wall street is protecting the rights of wanna-be Santas to be nude.
Alrighty then....
I guess they are still believing that liberal crap about global warming. We can cure the social ills of exhibitionism and greedy corporatist philosophy in one fell swoop.
Why don't we ship 'em off to the north pole? Once the shrinkage sets in, I'm sure those naked guys will put on their pants and the ladies their shirts. The others may get a sense that, perhaps, their buddy Al Gore just wanted to sell a couple of books and get rich off of their latest cap and trade scheme selling carbon credits.
If you want to check out the story for yourself, you can see it here:
http://zombietime.com/sf_puts_the_x_back_in_xmas/
As far as myself, I decided a long time ago that I had far too many body issues to run around skyclad in public.
The pics of the people made me feel better about my curvy/chunky/lardy frame. Yet, these naked christmassy folks have inspired me to double my work-out tomorrow.
Eeek!
Love,
S.
P.S. Here's one for the road:
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