Ok, today I have something to gripe about. Big time. That eternal struggle most women have (and some men, too, although they seriously avoid admitting it!) , WEIGHT. More specifically, weight gain. And, inevitably, the desire for weight loss.
I have never been hugely overweight, and probably won’t be, because as a general rule, I eat healthy-ish. But, past the horrors of the December holiday season, I have not gotten unscathed. I’ve gained weight. Not a huge amount, but enough in the wrong places, to piss me off. I HATE the feeling of a belt or band that strains against my tummy. I HATE IT. I hate pulling my shirt up, and seeing ANY kind of flab even suggesting a ‘hang-over’ on said belt or band. Sweet lord Krishna, I DETEST IT, in the most serious terms imaginable. Because, this is the difficult area of my body, my upper abs, no existo. So, the holiday season, coupled with an expired gym subscription, created the most abominable of mornings today. A tight fitting skirt, with the beginnings of a ‘hang-over’. Immediate pissed-offedness. Immediate thoughts of purchasing a bottle of “Jungle Juice”, a very popular pharmacy mix of appetite surpressants, and stimulants like caffeine, that makes the rounds around here in summer – a lot – that I generally scoff at. Vile stuff that sends the gag reflex into overdrive when smelled. Thing is, I’m usually not part of the whole “Oooh, I need to loose some weight” scene, basically that attitude women display, irritates the crap out of me. But, when I feel like I have to pull at my clothes like an impatient 2-year old, I get pretty angry.
Yes, I should invest in some kind of exercise. The problem though, is multi-dimensional. I currently have NO financial resources. I currently have no running shoes. I do not currently own a bicycle. I do not currently have a season ticket to our public pool. I cannot go for walks at home, it is not safe. So, this is all adding to the general pissed-offedness I am experiencing at the moment. I am absolutely and totally disgusted with my body, and that is not good.
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I made up my mind to start this blog, as a final resort against total insanity. I figure maybe, if I actually keep note of everything inside, it might make more sense, or even better - disappear into the e-world, never to be heard of - or felt - again. So that's what this is, my attempt at sanity.
About Me
- Sylphi
- Tough one, I think I'd rather quote a few comments made by family & friends about me. "Mad as a hatter", "hippie", "sin on legs", "should be kept behind a harem wall", "don't know wether I want to strangle you with a rope, or tie you to my bed with it", "too smart for your own good", "when you're happy you shine", "kruidjie-roer-my-nie" (which is a kind of herb that grows in arid places, when you touch it, the leaves close like the petals of a flower),"my angel" The list is endless, and very confusing, make up your own mind.