Curvie Girlie
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Curvie Girlie The Diary: Mind Playin' Tricks on Me
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Maureen, I'm with you--my heart goes out to circumcised men who were mutilated near birth because they had no choice.
It's terrible and needs to change. My ex, my ex Long Term Fuck Buddy, and my Hawaii fling all were "whole" and I can tell you as an intelligent and observant woman that they DEFINITELY have more sensation then mutilated men. They enjoy it more and they cum better. It is a travesty on mankind, the practice of circumcision and I am 100% against it! 
Moving on:
Yesterday for some reason I was ravenous. Actually I know exactly what it was, it was the fact that I lost 5 and a half pounds in less than a month and my body was like, "Uhh-uuhn. HELLLLL NAH, Bitch!" and pimp-slapped me with Ghrelin. Ouch!
The giant lollipop was a casualty of the battle. I also had an extra burrito before rock climbing, some Jolly Beans (organic "all natty" vegan jelly beans) and disgusting, horrible Cheez-itz at Chris's place after Yoga. Um, cheesy crackers are my guilty pleasure. They're gross and I shouldn't be eating them--they're nutritionally devoid and once I start, it's dificult to stop after one portion. SO I stay away as much as possible with the exception of a few rare occasions. Last night was one of them.
Last night I sucked at rock climbing. I attempted a 5.9 and had to switch to a 5.8 part way through , and on another route (5.8) I gave up halfway up because I was 2 inches short of grabbing the next grip, and didn't feel comfortable jumping from where I was. I also didn't want to scrap my knee (I was wedged in a corner). I felt humiliated and stupid, but told myself better luck next time. I was "off" for some reason. Maybe it was too much food?
Chris also taught me how to belay. I used to think I was smart until I was trying to learn how to tie knots and handle the rope. I got it, but I had to be shown several times. I tell you I was OFF--Chris was off, too--usually he is a great teacher but I think he was in a lot of pain or something, because he wasn't as articulate as usual. HOWEVER, I learned, and I climbed a little bit, but it was more of a training session and not a workout.
Yoga was great. Our sub last night was Alice, and she's trained in traditional Ashtanga Vinyasa and Anusara. Anusara Yoga is my favorite because you're instructed to "plug in" arm bones and femurs, "rotate the musculature" inward to ground your balance, and "spiral the energy up and out through the hands." Anusara Yoga goes by the theory that there is a line of energy going from your perineum (tee hee!) up though the crown of your head and connects to all the chakras on the way. Hmmm, in layman's terms, one has to REALLY concentrate in poses and the benefits after the fact are total bliss and balance. WORD!
Calories 2455 yesterday--to stay in with the Challenge I have to use it as my cheat day. Weight was 140 lbs this morning. Ovulation is over, the difficult part of the luteal phase is coming up in a few days. I expect to drop weight (if I continue dieting) but also get very hungry, grumpy, and off-kilter. Yee fucking haw. Being a woman is sooooooo awesome.
Well, it is.
I just got back from 12pm Yoga. My office still lets me take a 2 hour lunch and attend Yoga. The slow times have called for cut hours. They want to cut me by TWO hours a week. I say, why not 8? I'll take the 2, heh......
On a different note, I'm going to send Stacy here on WLF something nice, I decided. She deserves it
She's going through hard times and lost her job and has a family to take care of, and I'd be like, a non-involved observer if I did nothing to help in some small way. Plus I want to
Maureen, I'm with you--my heart goes out to circumcised men who were mutilated near birth because they had no choice.
It's terrible and needs to change. My ex, my ex Long Term Fuck Buddy, and my Hawaii fling all were "whole" and I can tell you as an intelligent and observant woman that they DEFINITELY have more sensation then mutilated men. They enjoy it more and they cum better. It is a travesty on mankind, the practice of circumcision and I am 100% against it! Moving on:
Yesterday for some reason I was ravenous. Actually I know exactly what it was, it was the fact that I lost 5 and a half pounds in less than a month and my body was like, "Uhh-uuhn. HELLLLL NAH, Bitch!" and pimp-slapped me with Ghrelin. Ouch!
The giant lollipop was a casualty of the battle. I also had an extra burrito before rock climbing, some Jolly Beans (organic "all natty" vegan jelly beans) and disgusting, horrible Cheez-itz at Chris's place after Yoga. Um, cheesy crackers are my guilty pleasure. They're gross and I shouldn't be eating them--they're nutritionally devoid and once I start, it's dificult to stop after one portion. SO I stay away as much as possible with the exception of a few rare occasions. Last night was one of them.
Last night I sucked at rock climbing. I attempted a 5.9 and had to switch to a 5.8 part way through , and on another route (5.8) I gave up halfway up because I was 2 inches short of grabbing the next grip, and didn't feel comfortable jumping from where I was. I also didn't want to scrap my knee (I was wedged in a corner). I felt humiliated and stupid, but told myself better luck next time. I was "off" for some reason. Maybe it was too much food?
Chris also taught me how to belay. I used to think I was smart until I was trying to learn how to tie knots and handle the rope. I got it, but I had to be shown several times. I tell you I was OFF--Chris was off, too--usually he is a great teacher but I think he was in a lot of pain or something, because he wasn't as articulate as usual. HOWEVER, I learned, and I climbed a little bit, but it was more of a training session and not a workout.
Yoga was great. Our sub last night was Alice, and she's trained in traditional Ashtanga Vinyasa and Anusara. Anusara Yoga is my favorite because you're instructed to "plug in" arm bones and femurs, "rotate the musculature" inward to ground your balance, and "spiral the energy up and out through the hands." Anusara Yoga goes by the theory that there is a line of energy going from your perineum (tee hee!) up though the crown of your head and connects to all the chakras on the way. Hmmm, in layman's terms, one has to REALLY concentrate in poses and the benefits after the fact are total bliss and balance. WORD!
Calories 2455 yesterday--to stay in with the Challenge I have to use it as my cheat day. Weight was 140 lbs this morning. Ovulation is over, the difficult part of the luteal phase is coming up in a few days. I expect to drop weight (if I continue dieting) but also get very hungry, grumpy, and off-kilter. Yee fucking haw. Being a woman is sooooooo awesome.
Well, it is.
I just got back from 12pm Yoga. My office still lets me take a 2 hour lunch and attend Yoga. The slow times have called for cut hours. They want to cut me by TWO hours a week. I say, why not 8?
I'll take the 2, heh......On a different note, I'm going to send Stacy here on WLF something nice, I decided. She deserves it
She's going through hard times and lost her job and has a family to take care of, and I'd be like, a non-involved observer if I did nothing to help in some small way. Plus I want to 
Anyway,
Maureen, I'm with you--my heart goes out to circumcised men who were mutilated near birth because they had no choice.
I do feel for men who have been cut without their consent. But I guess what you don't know doesn't hurt you ...Hey, every day is different. Our bodies don't always do what our brains tell them to do ... I'm not sure why, but I'm sure Steve knows
On a different note, I'm going to send Stacy here on WLF something nice, I decided. She deserves it
Stacy? Who is Stacy?
Curvie Girlie
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Stacy is a sweet mom in Texas and has been on here for a long time. She sent me a Christmas card and she has been through HELL in the past year--oh man.......http://weight-loss.fitness.com/weight-loss-diary/20580-stacys-breaking-cycle-37.html
LovelyLadyHumps
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Valerie, are those your boobs in your avatar?
Curvie Girlie
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No they are Marisa Miller's (Sports Illustrated, Victoria's Secret). She's from Santa Cruz and I met her once--she's 5'8" and 110 measly pounds and looks WAY small in real life, WOW! But her tits are real--she is a genetic oddity and I got sick of my own avatar and still wanted a titty picture for the challenge.
OMG. That is just a horrible situation.
Sounds like she could use a lot of luvin' and some support right now.
I'll have to head over there and give her my best.
Sounds like she could use a lot of luvin' and some support right now.
I'll have to head over there and give her my best.
Alta818
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YOU ARE A GEMMMMM!!!
!...I'm sorry to hear about her hardship....I'll say a little prayer!Curvie Girlie
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Thanks, Alta--Stacy is a really amazing person like any on here, but my heart sort of breaks everytime I catch up in her diary because it's one lousy situation after another. I think, Man there is NO WAY I could lose weight with all that going on! 
Trops
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From a male perspective, we prefer real to not real. I'm not talking tits here, although it works there too. I'm talking people. I prefer the real Val to the imaginary Marisa.
cinderelly
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Im honestly not a big fan of those tits...
AND
Stacy is an AMAZING PERSON, I ABSOLUTLY LOVE HER
Have fun tonight!!!
AND
Stacy is an AMAZING PERSON, I ABSOLUTLY LOVE HER
Have fun tonight!!!
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jzthedetermined
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Have a great weekend!!!
Curvie Girlie
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What a night!
Trops: All the Team Sweet cheeks members have faux booties!
Relly: I love Stacy, too!
J: Thank you! It's off to an interesting start.....
Ah geez, well last night was rough on me. At around 3pm Chris called absolutely upset. His dad had upset him, and he has hypertension and any avarice with other people sends him freaking out--he was crying! I told him he had to leave his house, he couldn't sit there and wallow in despair--but Chris, as usual, was self-defeating and said "Where would I go?" so I told him to just come to my work.
My co workers didn't mind at all, and he helped me with designing advertising art for a few wines I was working on (I get writer's block when I'm trying to make POS that would SELL a wine and there are no accolades). I partially enjoyed his company, but by 8pm (I was LATE at work, I was making up for writer's block and not putting it on my time clock) I'd had ENOUGH! Poor Chris is SO depressed and self-defeating, any helpful advice I gave, he made excuses and basically cursed his situation instead of trying to solve problems. He repeated himself and talked in depressing circles, and I've dealt with this before, but I don't mention it here because I usually try to forget it. Anyway, although I helped him calm down and soothed him, HE had the opposite effect on ME and I was totally emotionally drained by the time we parted ways. 
Then I went to Jesse's party and as I was walking up, I saw my EX BOYFRIEND and he was on his phone AND my phone in my pocket started ringing. I froze for a second and thought this was like a hilarious bad dream
. I grabbed my phone, still looking at him not seeing me, and sure enough, yup, it was HIM calling. So I said "Hey!" and he noticed me and hung up the phone. We hugged and I could smell that he was drinking a lot. We went inside and all the partygoers were in their 30s and up, and I didn't recognize anyone, but got to say hello and congratulate Jesse on his CD release.
The ex was pretty drunk and he said some very embarrassing things, and yeah he was looking at me lovingly. One thing he said that stuck out and freaked me out so that I quickly and successfully changed the subject without acknowledging his words was: "You are the cutest bunny!" Yeah, I know, but why the fuck are you telling me THIS, now? I thought. We were outside about to have a SAFE conversation when in the middle of his sentence, he dropped his beer, UP! It was a total accident, but it looked like he had flung his beer in my face and a glob of beer went right into my hairline above my forehead, just missing my forehead! "Now I'm going to smell like beer!" I cried and dashed to the bathroom. It was pretty hilarious; here I was, totally sober, and about to reek of beer! 
Anyway, when I came back outside, he was gone. I looked at the parking lot across the street and he was getting into his car and leaving 
Eeesh!!!
Well, I hope he made it home OK, yikes! But I was laughing about it to Jesse--what a story! "I came to the party, my ex boyfriend flung beer in my face, and left without saying goodbye." HAHAHAHA! He texted me later saying that he was sorry and that he left because he was embarrassed. I knew the real reason was because alcohol makes people (especially him) over-emotional, and I bet he couldn't handle being around me. He had dumped me on principle; he never was DONE with me. He's a very confused and troubled individual and I pity him. I think that if he quits drinking and starts exercising, he might get some good oxygen to the dome and start to feel better and take better control of his life, but what the fuck do I know????
OH!!! He also told me "I wanted to apologize in person, again, for being a dick." 
HAHAHA! Fucker NEVER apologizes, so I was really very happy to hear that (a few weeks ago he and I had gotten into an email-argument and he'd been a total asshole). This whole situation was weird because I hadn't seen him since November. I was relieved to know that while at first I was panicked at having to be at the same party with him, after the fact I was glad I didn't feel any residual loving feelings--in fact, it made me SO GLAD to be involved with my wonderful, smart, awesome, loving, and non-alcoholic PEEZEY 
Last night I told PZ about my day and hugged him extra tight. He feels so good and doesn't smell like beer. Ah!
Yesterday I ate exactly 2000 calories and didn't touch a drop of alcohol or have a bite of hors d'oeuvres at the party. YAY, me!
Today it's working at the winery, picking up PZ, and heading straight to San Jose to see Margaret Cho with LovelyLadyHumps and Miss Jelly Belly!!
Trops: All the Team Sweet cheeks members have faux booties!
Relly: I love Stacy, too!
J: Thank you! It's off to an interesting start.....
Ah geez, well last night was rough on me. At around 3pm Chris called absolutely upset. His dad had upset him, and he has hypertension and any avarice with other people sends him freaking out--he was crying! I told him he had to leave his house, he couldn't sit there and wallow in despair--but Chris, as usual, was self-defeating and said "Where would I go?" so I told him to just come to my work.
My co workers didn't mind at all, and he helped me with designing advertising art for a few wines I was working on (I get writer's block when I'm trying to make POS that would SELL a wine and there are no accolades). I partially enjoyed his company, but by 8pm (I was LATE at work, I was making up for writer's block and not putting it on my time clock) I'd had ENOUGH!
Poor Chris is SO depressed and self-defeating, any helpful advice I gave, he made excuses and basically cursed his situation instead of trying to solve problems. He repeated himself and talked in depressing circles, and I've dealt with this before, but I don't mention it here because I usually try to forget it. Anyway, although I helped him calm down and soothed him, HE had the opposite effect on ME and I was totally emotionally drained by the time we parted ways. Then I went to Jesse's party and as I was walking up, I saw my EX BOYFRIEND and he was on his phone AND my phone in my pocket started ringing. I froze for a second and thought this was like a hilarious bad dream
. I grabbed my phone, still looking at him not seeing me, and sure enough, yup, it was HIM calling. So I said "Hey!" and he noticed me and hung up the phone. We hugged and I could smell that he was drinking a lot. We went inside and all the partygoers were in their 30s and up, and I didn't recognize anyone, but got to say hello and congratulate Jesse on his CD release.The ex was pretty drunk and he said some very embarrassing things, and yeah he was looking at me lovingly. One thing he said that stuck out and freaked me out so that I quickly and successfully changed the subject without acknowledging his words was: "You are the cutest bunny!" Yeah, I know, but why the fuck are you telling me THIS, now? I thought. We were outside about to have a SAFE conversation when in the middle of his sentence, he dropped his beer, UP! It was a total accident, but it looked like he had flung his beer in my face and a glob of beer went right into my hairline above my forehead, just missing my forehead! "Now I'm going to smell like beer!" I cried and dashed to the bathroom.
It was pretty hilarious; here I was, totally sober, and about to reek of beer! Anyway, when I came back outside, he was gone. I looked at the parking lot across the street and he was getting into his car and leaving Eeesh!!!
Well, I hope he made it home OK, yikes! But I was laughing about it to Jesse--what a story! "I came to the party, my ex boyfriend flung beer in my face, and left without saying goodbye." HAHAHAHA! He texted me later saying that he was sorry and that he left because he was embarrassed. I knew the real reason was because alcohol makes people (especially him) over-emotional, and I bet he couldn't handle being around me. He had dumped me on principle; he never was DONE with me. He's a very confused and troubled individual and I pity him. I think that if he quits drinking and starts exercising, he might get some good oxygen to the dome and start to feel better and take better control of his life, but what the fuck do I know????
OH!!!
He also told me "I wanted to apologize in person, again, for being a dick." HAHAHA! Fucker NEVER apologizes, so I was really very happy to hear that (a few weeks ago he and I had gotten into an email-argument and he'd been a total asshole). This whole situation was weird because I hadn't seen him since November. I was relieved to know that while at first I was panicked at having to be at the same party with him, after the fact I was glad I didn't feel any residual loving feelings--in fact, it made me SO GLAD to be involved with my wonderful, smart, awesome, loving, and non-alcoholic PEEZEY Last night I told PZ about my day and hugged him extra tight. He feels so good and doesn't smell like beer. Ah!
Yesterday I ate exactly 2000 calories and didn't touch a drop of alcohol or have a bite of hors d'oeuvres at the party. YAY, me!
Today it's working at the winery, picking up PZ, and heading straight to San Jose to see Margaret Cho with LovelyLadyHumps and Miss Jelly Belly!!
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Trops
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Just another reason that Team Tits rocks!
Every time you talk about your ex I have to wonder why you give him the time. It just seems to me that he's too emotionally selfish and immature to be worth it. With all the drain that you take from your friends that are worth it, let that guy figure it out himself. Just my two cents.
LovelyLadyHumps
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Those breasts are amazing! Haha I was gonna say...PZ is definitely a lucky guy. LOL
Can't wait for tonight!!! It's gonna be FUN!!!
Curvie Girlie
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Shandy, I though that booty wasn't yours!
Trops: Yeah I know, but it doesn't REALLY bother me. In the 8 months after we broke up for good, I've only run into him 3 times at parties, and met him once for 15 minutes for a beer--all occasions I didn't hang out with him longer than 25 minutes. And the majority of the time, we did not communicate much at all. Still, we were great friends and very close lovers for over two years--as long as he doesn't emotionally upset me (and he doesn't) then there's no harm in rare interaction. It's basically how I perceive it, and of course he is "figuring it out for himself." He lives with his mom right now and she is hella cool, but drinks ALL day and it's not a particularly healthy environment, if you think about it. Same genes. My mom drinks, too, but not all day everyday because she works. The Ex's mom doesn't have to work, although she probably should, just to take her away from the Budweiser. I like that lady and wish her well.
Trops: Yeah I know, but it doesn't REALLY bother me. In the 8 months after we broke up for good, I've only run into him 3 times at parties, and met him once for 15 minutes for a beer--all occasions I didn't hang out with him longer than 25 minutes. And the majority of the time, we did not communicate much at all. Still, we were great friends and very close lovers for over two years--as long as he doesn't emotionally upset me (and he doesn't) then there's no harm in rare interaction. It's basically how I perceive it, and of course he is "figuring it out for himself." He lives with his mom right now and she is hella cool, but drinks ALL day and it's not a particularly healthy environment, if you think about it. Same genes. My mom drinks, too, but not all day everyday because she works. The Ex's mom doesn't have to work, although she probably should, just to take her away from the Budweiser. I like that lady and wish her well.
Curvie Girlie
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Hell yes, Melissa!!!!!!
LovelyLadyHumps
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Wow, that story about running into the ex is comical. I can't believe he got his stanky ass beer in your hair. Punk. Funny though he was oogling over you and apologizing for f-ing up your relationship. It's always nice to hear that shit. Yeah, he better leave all embarrassed...that's what he gets!! LOL
Looking forward to tonight. Can't wait to see ya & PZ in the flesh! I might be wearing jeans...don't hate me!!! Hugs
Looking forward to tonight. Can't wait to see ya & PZ in the flesh! I might be wearing jeans...don't hate me!!! Hugs
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