ENERGY!!!! That is the tangible difference I am experiencing. Whoa. Also I am sore as shit most days; feel okay this morning, but I am heading to the gym in the afternoon, so I will be right back on the pain train by this evening. No weight loss or inches lost of as of yet, but things are most definitely...ahem, shifting. A taught tuck here, a light lift there, and my strength is already improving substantially.
I just got my "goal" dress in the mail last night; slipped it on, zipped it up half-way, and as of right now that is as far as it is goin', so I've got a long way to go, but having that cute number hanging in my closet will be just the thing to keep me on track.
Oh and my first cheat day? Total glutton-fest, but it was worth it. I think I am going to have themes for my cheat days, this upcoming one I shall call Sake-it-to-me! As the day will be filled with Sushi and Udon and Sake. Konnichiwa, carbs! With perhaps a brownie sundae thrown in for good measure.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Love letters; keeping me in a flux and flutter.
It all starts with a look, doesn't it?
It arrives to you on an inhale and suddenly your breath catches;
which makes your eyes widen,
your blood flow hasten and gives you one larger-than-usual heartbeat
which presses against your ribs and practically propels you forward
towards the one who sent it.
You feel like a vehicle for something other-worldly
and a total goober at the same time.
There's a word that has come to mind over and over these past months since that look: inevitable.
And now...
Now we write letters, pen and ink and parchment honest-to-god snail-mail letters
and this is our only means of communication.
Why are we doing this?
A test, a trial, a quest perhaps, for some kind of an answer?
Because neither of us knows the how/what/and bloody wherefore the flipping universe had in mind, bringing US together and having us fall head over heels.
Have not yet acquired any sort of enlightenment. All I know for now is these letters are amazing. To receive a LETTER in this day and age is rare and I'd forgotten how much they meant, how much they mean.
Me and my best friend from high-school would write notes in school, lengthy ones; yes we could just TALK to each other, which we did of course, but when we were apart (she in English and me in Chemistry,) we would write to each other. It was sentimental and, more often than not, filled with teen-angst that could choke a fucking pig, but I still to.this.day. have every single one of her letters; even those she wrote when we went to our own colleges. Whatever has happened to our love for each other, now that we have become estranged, does not matter because I will always have tangible proofs that we were once incredibly important to each other, that we loved each other. And that, my readers, is some powerful juju.
What will my present day love-letters bring to the forefront of our decision-making abilities? At this point I honestly don't care; what will come will come, time unfolds everything, does it not? If you remain true and honest to yourself. (Wow, um Gilbert, you think you've read enough of the bard? Christonabicycle I'm a dorrrrrrk!)
These letters, they exist, therefore love will exist in them forever.
....will have to be enough for now.
So my advice to you my lovelies is to grab a pen and some paper and write a letter. It does a body good.
Until next time, be grateful, enjoy the day, for it is YOURS.
-KG
It arrives to you on an inhale and suddenly your breath catches;
which makes your eyes widen,
your blood flow hasten and gives you one larger-than-usual heartbeat
which presses against your ribs and practically propels you forward
towards the one who sent it.
You feel like a vehicle for something other-worldly
and a total goober at the same time.
There's a word that has come to mind over and over these past months since that look: inevitable.
And now...
Now we write letters, pen and ink and parchment honest-to-god snail-mail letters
and this is our only means of communication.
Why are we doing this?
A test, a trial, a quest perhaps, for some kind of an answer?
Because neither of us knows the how/what/and bloody wherefore the flipping universe had in mind, bringing US together and having us fall head over heels.
Have not yet acquired any sort of enlightenment. All I know for now is these letters are amazing. To receive a LETTER in this day and age is rare and I'd forgotten how much they meant, how much they mean.
Me and my best friend from high-school would write notes in school, lengthy ones; yes we could just TALK to each other, which we did of course, but when we were apart (she in English and me in Chemistry,) we would write to each other. It was sentimental and, more often than not, filled with teen-angst that could choke a fucking pig, but I still to.this.day. have every single one of her letters; even those she wrote when we went to our own colleges. Whatever has happened to our love for each other, now that we have become estranged, does not matter because I will always have tangible proofs that we were once incredibly important to each other, that we loved each other. And that, my readers, is some powerful juju.
What will my present day love-letters bring to the forefront of our decision-making abilities? At this point I honestly don't care; what will come will come, time unfolds everything, does it not? If you remain true and honest to yourself. (Wow, um Gilbert, you think you've read enough of the bard? Christonabicycle I'm a dorrrrrrk!)
These letters, they exist, therefore love will exist in them forever.
....will have to be enough for now.
So my advice to you my lovelies is to grab a pen and some paper and write a letter. It does a body good.
Until next time, be grateful, enjoy the day, for it is YOURS.
-KG
Saturday, February 12, 2011
The Recomposistion of The Kimmah Commences!
So I am now embarking on a restructuring of myself; as you can gleam from my last post this might be a good time to do it. I mean, damn that shit was bleak and whiny...apologies.
The warmer weather is just around the corner, the Vitamin D of the sun awaits to bless my skin with happiness and positivity, and I want to get this party started right.
Because this year I turn 35.
Because I am sick and tired of being sad and dwelly and a general mopey mcmoperson.
Because I need to take life by its seemingly large and meaty balls and make it my BITCH.
Because I know I can.
So that said today is my first consult at the gym with my sensei, the tall drink o' water that is Vernon. He will be with me in this for the next 10 weeks, as will you be, my lovelies should you decide to come along for the ride.
I have to now get out of my fluffy pants and comfy nightshirt and push my well-endowedness into a sportsbra, slap on mah trainers, and dread the future pain of everysingleinchofmybody.
Because play time is over. Time for work.
Until next time, keep firing assholes!
The warmer weather is just around the corner, the Vitamin D of the sun awaits to bless my skin with happiness and positivity, and I want to get this party started right.
Because this year I turn 35.
Because I am sick and tired of being sad and dwelly and a general mopey mcmoperson.
Because I need to take life by its seemingly large and meaty balls and make it my BITCH.
Because I know I can.
So that said today is my first consult at the gym with my sensei, the tall drink o' water that is Vernon. He will be with me in this for the next 10 weeks, as will you be, my lovelies should you decide to come along for the ride.
I have to now get out of my fluffy pants and comfy nightshirt and push my well-endowedness into a sportsbra, slap on mah trainers, and dread the future pain of everysingleinchofmybody.
Because play time is over. Time for work.
Until next time, keep firing assholes!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
So what is new?
Apparently FUCK. ALL.
Nothing changes in my little world; it's like I got put into a worm hole in 1999 and have yet to find a way to crawl out of it's slimy clutches, cuz in my mind a worm hole sounds awfully slimy.
STILL overweight by 15lbs.
STILL struggling getting cast by people other than the same four that I've worked with for 6 years.
STILL poor as shit, and the debt just keeps onnn growin'.
STILL getting my heart broken by falling in love with men that want me until they don't.
and therefore STILL SINGLE.
but no wait, there are NEW things occurring. Things like:
bad knees, NEW!
many more grays, NEW!
much more cellulite, NEW!
poorer eyes, NEW!
neck-skin sag, NEW!
Of course there are things I am blessed with, that should not go unmentioned.
But this has been such a bitch of a Winter and I just am so fucking depressed, the glass is most definitely half-empty and I am most definitely in the bell jar.
And look, just in time for Valentine's Day.
Nothing changes in my little world; it's like I got put into a worm hole in 1999 and have yet to find a way to crawl out of it's slimy clutches, cuz in my mind a worm hole sounds awfully slimy.
STILL overweight by 15lbs.
STILL struggling getting cast by people other than the same four that I've worked with for 6 years.
STILL poor as shit, and the debt just keeps onnn growin'.
STILL getting my heart broken by falling in love with men that want me until they don't.
and therefore STILL SINGLE.
but no wait, there are NEW things occurring. Things like:
bad knees, NEW!
many more grays, NEW!
much more cellulite, NEW!
poorer eyes, NEW!
neck-skin sag, NEW!
Of course there are things I am blessed with, that should not go unmentioned.
But this has been such a bitch of a Winter and I just am so fucking depressed, the glass is most definitely half-empty and I am most definitely in the bell jar.
And look, just in time for Valentine's Day.
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