by alpha femme » June 3rd, 2007, 3:30 pm
i love working on my triceps. i know it won't help my wings, but it's done amazing things for my over-all strength.
okay. here it is. i'm just about ready to restart and try to see if i can dro another 40# or so. after 6-8 weeks of working out hard, calorie-cycling up to about 2000 a day, and then cutting back, i think my metabolism is closer to normal. most of this, of course, is do the the added muscle, but i can't build without taking in more calories.
ugh.
it's so damn unfair. well, no. i ate myself up to 400#, so i earned this... it's totally fair. but, my body is a mess. my things look huge. the thing is, when i flex the muscle, you can see it. you can feel it. if you run your fingers over my knees, it feels like nothing more than muscle and bone. why, then, am i stuck size 14 or 16 pants? it's because i have about 20# of loose skin, most of which is located on my upper arms, hips, and thighs.
it's humiliating. now, my tummy pudge? oh, that's all mine. the fat on my calves? thanks to genetics, all mine. but my upper arms are horrible, and my butt and thighs look like they are melted and dripping off me. they are even all wrinkly and nasty when i stand up straight.
maybe adding the muscle is as much to compensate as it is to revv my metabolism; when people touch my arm, they always end up squeezing it, surprised at how firm it is under the flap-o-flesh. a co-worker has taken to patting my abdomen every time he sees me, because he says it feels like touching pillow-covered turtle-shell and he ends up working out (sometimes with me), because his gf has threatened to respond to my flirting.
but... my trainer and doctor have both said that i have at least 20# of loose skin that will need to be removed. the md is trying to think of ways to get the insurance to cover it next year. the trainer is working at hard as she can to help me tighten my core... but it hurts. i mean, it physically hurts. when i write on the board in class, (aside from the humiliation of knowing my flap is flying) it feels like a have 10# weights clamped to each arm, hanging and swinging. when i run, the pull and swing of the skin on my ass and thighs actually makes my stomach hurt.
sometimes i just want to cry and get super fat again, because at least i knew who i was then, and i didn't feel like i was renting a body that somebody else had trashed and returned.
this is such and incomplete, random post. i just don't post crap like this on lilly's blog because the crazy ex reads it 2-3x a day... and, maybe, a couple of you in here know what i mean.