“I heat up, I can't cool down. You've got me spinnin' round and round...”
Does heat equal energy? Hmmmmm...
Someone recently told me that my heart is the warmest place on my body.
I laughed, and of course, argued that it seemed barely there at all (my heart)...
But then I was kinda checking, and the skin around my heart really does seem to be pretty warm. The skin on my abdomen, too.
But, the skin on my buttocks is freezing cold. I laugh. Just where I truly want to increase energizing activities to beat gluteus maximus into submission... (We should come up with a villainous name for Gluteus Maximus, and refer to her as such...)
Good way to tie into my blog, I hope.
I have had a successful couple of weeks as far as eating. I managed to slim down somewhere between five and seven pounds. I hadn't weighed myself since that first week, because I am trying to not be obsessed with numbers. I am a true “numbers-girl,” though, and that's extremely difficult for me. I will do my best to continue avioding the scales except for a bi-weekly check-in to make sure I'm not accidentally getting plumper. (Don't laugh. It's completely possible.)
I contemplate whether or not the slimming down is because I am moving more and eating well, or if it's because I am allergic to so much that my body is in a semi-constant state of purging. Hi, by the way. I'm Laura. If I don't know you... well, that might just be too much information. (I smile).
I really can't consume anything at Taco Bell. I don't know how everything is somehow contaminated, but it is. MSG or wheat, or just the dairy and grease... it completely destroys me. (And I'm so truly sad to give up such authentic Mexican snacks...) So. Anyway. I had chicken tacos in hard shells on Wednesday as well as Saturday. Both times I was sick the next day (sort of starting that night) and I wanted to blame it on the traditional turkey dinners I had both days after consuming TB (of course, I had to repeat the pattern in exactness so that I really don't know what caused it...) But truly, the tacos have to be the cause. Deep down I know this.
On the bright side, I lost five pounds. Right?
I had trouble keeping up with my commitment to exercise and follow through on expert skin care. The gluten allergy has me fighting some skin issues this week, but I believe my careful work in the previous days helped my legs to stay above the target level.
I am actually amazed at how long the creme-hair-removal has kept hair off my thighs. I haven't repeated the process on my upper thighs yet, but have had to shave my lower legs three times. Grant it, the hair growth is slower as a rule on the upper thighs. But I am pleased.
Also, I know I promised (or threatened, depending on if it's you or me I'm talking to) that my first Brazilian Wax is around the corner. I am rationing. I went on a stingy, miserly little Black-Friday shopping trip for gifts for my (need I remind you – FOUR) kids, so give me a minute to recover before indulging myself in a hairless-pampering-fest.
I am officially going to start bleaching my old scars tomorrow.
Tonight, whilst nursing an evil chronic headache, I will not jump around to Michael Jackson or the Steve Miller Band.
I will instead quietly stretch and do my crunches, leg-lifts, lunges (ugh), squats, donkey-kicks, butterflies, splits (almost), butt-lifts, and bridges.
Dear readers – I hope you understand how empowering this is. Please realize that I like to write disturbing truths and silly experiences and all, but I also really want you to know that my goal is to maintain flexibility while smoothing out some muscles that almost any woman wants to make more beautiful. The flexibility aspect is crucial.
I visited my favorite Auntie today. She is actually my great-aunt. I spent all of my growing-up years going to her house on weekends to be with her. She is now in her eighties, and her body is giving out on her. She walks with a cane, and has horrible arthritis and she can hardly move her neck. Her hands are rather crippled, and now her back is in a bad way and causing pressure on a nerve so that she's in constant pain. I would that I could feed her a magic brownie and call it good – but it goes much deeper than that. The fact is, at this point, there is no such thing as “undoing.” There is no such thing as “limbering her up.” It's all about comfort and a special chair that she can sleep in. It's about getting every single minute I can with her, since her brittle bones and frail body cannot recover, even though her mind is as sharp as a tack.
We only have now. We only have this body. We only have this skin. We only have this health. We have choices – for a while. Let's make wise ones while we can.
Xoxo
Laura Lee
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