Dean has given me permission to get my dimples pierced and by “giving me permission” I mean “I told him that I’m going to have it done and he nodded”. Every other hole I’ve had put through my face he has been a bit apprehensive about until he saw it at which point, he ended up loving it. So, this time he isn’t even going for the apprehension and is just assuming that he’ll think it’s cute once done. It’ll be my first gift to myself once I shed some of the fat off my face.
I’ve done a lot of research about this online because I like to hear from others how painful it is and if they regret having it done. According to my sources, it’s not all that painful at all and so I’m all for it. I’m lucky enough to have pretty deep, natural dimples and so I’m going to go for something really tiny where as some people shove gigantic things through their face. Another option I’ve considered is getting the dermal anchors through my cheeks but after looking closely at them I’d rather the piercings go all the way through instead of just under the skin. The just look cleaner and they don’t have the same risk of falling out.
My dimple piercings are only one of a few things I plan on doing once I drop this weight. The other thing was suggested by Dean last night: We’re gonna take swing dancing.
Last night the kids, Dean and I did some yoga, a couple of sessions of pilates and then Dean had a bit of a salsa lesson. I had already done the salsa lessons and so I waited for him to be done shakin’ it like Shakira and then we had a half hour swing dance lesson to end the night. It was pretty awesome and so I want to take one of those crazy classes where you dress up and flip around and do insane shit that defies gravity. Dean’s all about it. I think it’ll be a lot of fun but there’s no way I’m going in there as I am now.
I have no qualms with being the fat, sweaty chick at the gym but swing dancing requires a lot of lifts and tosses and I’d really rutha not kill Dean out on the dance floor. So far, though, so good.
It’s January 3rd and I started my routine on the first and as of today I have gone from 235 to 227. That’s an 8 pound loss with very little of it being water loss since I’ve been eating so much. This is pretty on track for me. People watch The Biggest Loser and they wonder how the fatties can lose 15 pounds in a week and this is how: They eat right, they eat frequently, they drink a ton of water and they work their fucking asses off. You’ll see some of those people hop on the scale for a weekly weigh in only to find that they have lost thirty pounds in one week and it is all good, healthy weight loss. It’s crazy but not so hard to do as people think.
Last time, I dropped seventy pounds in just under three months. Granted, I never started out over four hundred pounds and had I did, the weight loss would have been a lot higher because it takes longer for your body to try to resist or adapt to your changes of diet and exercise and also…. at 400 pounds, your body is working a hell of a lot harder than at 200. I don’t know if I’ll drop the weight as fast this time but I do know that I’m working harder so we’ll have to see how it pans out.
Today, I’m a bit sore and I’m going to be sore until I work out and loosen everything back up. To update you all, my vagina is feeling much better. I soaked it in a tub and iced it and the burning eventually gave way to a dull ache that was gone by the time I woke up this morning. I woke up in a panic because I overslept like crazy. I woke up at 5:30 and fed Emi and then I guess I passed back out and accidentally turned off my alarm. I ended up hearing Miss Emi at 9:30 and I freaked out because…. my boys missed their buses.
I might not make my blog rounds until a bit later on today but don’tcha fret because I will show up eventually. I’m going to do a pilates session and possibly some yoga if my shoulders loosen back up and then I’ve got a little bit of work to do on some photos (the one above the post is the first of the bunch I’m working on)and then I’ll be back. Maybe I’ll write something worth reading but at the very least, I’ll be around to visit.
Keep the light on for me!