feddiechick's Journal

blech, f'n blech!
Oct 14 2008 14:38

     "Don't worry, your body probably won't register it as pain. It's more like a sharp, concentrated feeling. This is the sexy part right now, the preparation. Your heart's pounding. You're about to turn your will over to me.

     My piercings are about evolving multiple definitions of myself as a woman, as a lesbian. These metal bars break open the way for me to be complicated. No one is going to tell me who the fuck I am.

     Listen, when people see your pierced belly, they'll be disgusted or excited, but I promise you, either way they're gonna take your stomach seriously."

~Eve Ensler, the Good Body, p 40-41

I think I need to start taking my stomach seriously. My fat pants are tight again. Bleh! and my bras aren't fitting right. I just need to do it! The first week is always the hardest for, but I just can't make it past the first day of the first week!

I've been uber stressed lately, worried about money and work, some writing projects... my best friend died, and my grandma is dying. It's just easy to lose myself in my indulgences of food or sitting at home. Thank goodness for my husband. He gets more excited about taking walks with me than about sex, so at least that keeps me moving! (not sex. walking.)

He's been doing these arm exercises and stuff, and I'm really proud of him. He sticks with it, for the most part, and his arms are getting really toned. In just a month, I've noticed a huge difference. It's really hot. I'll bump into him or touch him and feel his muscles bulging underneath and it surprises me. I'm really proud of him.

Now I just need to be proud of me.