A little bored, might as well mention
Today is more slow than anticipated--what's up wine world? We only made 86 Grand today!! Well that's actually not bad.
SO I will babble about this for the hell of it. I ramble on and on in here about what I think about my body and blah blah blah, but in real life I don't mention it to anyone, really. In real life I like to pretend that I'm super confident and not at all hung up or even very concerned with my body. Everybody has a dark side, huh? Well it's either this or porn, and since most internet porn doesn't cater to heterosexual women very well IMO, this forum is my guilty pleasure
Either way, I suppose a part of me in real life is trying to set a good example of the ideal: a healthy person, fit, and active, who loves her body and doesn't obesess about perfection. That's probably about 90% true right now, despite all the blah blah blah about it in my diary. It's a great release, anyway!
So last night I came home from SLO at about 8:30pm. I live with my BF, and two male 25-year-old housemates, although one of them is never there. The other--we'll call him B.--is always home because he doesn't work--he's an artist, ceramics, and goes to school for business and ceramics. Anyway, he is very nice, polite, easy-going, somewhat quiet, peaceful, single, and an alcoholic. Hey--we all have our things. Like me he had an interesting childhood--his dad's drug of choice was heroin whilst my dad's was methamphetamine. Anyway, he is a naturally stout man, probably about 180-200 lbs and about 5'10". He's very respectful of me and we all (BF, me, him) get along wonderfully and do things together like play Bocce or go shooting.
Anyway, he was exhausted from a day of drinking and playing Disc Golf at the park for 8 hours. My BF offered to pick him up a burger and get toilet paper for our bathroom (I'd asked him to and he forgot over the weekend). When the BF left, we were chatting and he mentioned my shorts being short. I argrued that they were not particularly. I said my ass was not at all hanging out. He said, well I
could wear shorts like that if I wanted to. I stood up and stomped my foot:
"Hey, I just have to ask you,
have you at all noticed that I've lost almost twenty pounds?!"
He looked at me, hesitated, and then said, "Well I didn't say anything because I didn't want to inflate your ego." I said that was fair enough. He went on, "But yes you have recently transformed your body, although it was fine before, but now you're a sexy bitch."
I thanked him, a bit embarassed, but I respect B so I broke down and said, "OK I'm planning on losing another 9 lbs. What do you think about that?" He started to talk about ceramics and art and aesthetics, basically beating around the bush--in a nutshell he was saying that curves are more pleasing to the eye than straight lines. I told him that my body will always curve, that's how it is--he said I should probably stick to maintaining it's shape now. I thanked him and told him to please not mention to my BF my plans. He said OK.
I'm just writing this because I'm bored--and wanted people to know that in my house, my weight loss hadn't been even uttered and I finally had to vocally point it out. I think I'll ask my BF f he's noticed, soon.
Man oh man I wish I was fishing with Steve. And drinking beer!!! What a good time.
