ah... the need to write coupled with the lack of desire to talk about what's really on my mind. i am really happy to be where i am right now-- weight wise, but i do not plan on staying this heavy or ever being this overweight again.
i was looking up lift ticket rates/season passes for bear mt and snow summit last night as continued motivation. they are really freakin' expensive! i still plan on learning to ride this winter, so i guess i need to budget for it. i'm still 250, but the season is still a couple months away.
this entry will obviously not be linear by any means...
i have realized, acknowledged, and am trying to accept that skin is, and will be, an issue. my thighs are already showing signs of meltage. my arms get flappier every day... and skin weighs a hell of a lot. it's one of the reasons i thought 160 might be an acceptable goal weight. i feel saddened, though, because i know from my ex what my body will look like-- and, trust me, it ain't good.
but i will be able to do anything i want. and since i've always been the one to seek out adventue and try new things, i think i will rock life rather than have it rock me.
when i saw my date for the first time friday night, the first words out of her mouth were, "oh, my god, you look so good." she had just seen me the week before, so it wasn't like anything had changed-- i was just wearing a fitted shirt, and she told me she was impressed with my lack of stomache. i have pudge; i have muffin tops; i have fat rolls. but i guess they aren't as prominent as i thought. when we got to the party and she introduced me to every one, she told 2 of them about my weight loss. at first i didn't know what to do with that, because i don't typically go sharing other people's sh*t, you know? but i quickly realized it was because she was proud and impressed. later, when people kept offering drinks, she got all mama-bear on me and told them no.
again, it took me a while to realize she was just being supportive in the only way she knew how. it was kind of sweet, in a weird way....
added, odd bonus: my date's hot sister hit on me at the end of the evening. seriously. her exact words were that she needed "someone to help me with all this curiosity." ah, yeah. even i (in my newly single, never-gonna-get-serious-again state) would not go there. but it was flattering, just the same. weird... but flattering.
my friend has been dragging me along to l.a. sparks games the last coupe of months. in a series of weird coinciences, we have wound up sitting nex to the same large group of extended family for half of the games we've seen-- and we buy tickets right before the game, so it isn't like we happened to buy the same blocks of seats. last night, the game was in a different arena. sure enough, when we got to our seats, there was my new, seven year old buddy, christian, saying, "i know you guys!"
i need to get out and be social. i need to start actively meeting new people.... but i think i'm too lazy to date. i also live in l.a., vanity capital of the world. maybe i'll feel more up to it in a few months. the thing is, i look in morrors sometimes, and i realize that i am no longer 400#. i'm glad i'm starting to feel like that (at least some of the time) because people have been commenting on how much happier i seem. i don't think that is all weight related, though.... also, have i mentioned that dating women is expensive? oh yeah. especially since i practically had a sugar momma in my past life. i gotta start buying lotto tickets!
i have had bits and broken pieces of a novel in my head for a couple of years. during my court date, some of the pieces began to fit together, and i could see the story taking shape. it was great. by the time i got home, i had a first chapter waiting to come out and match the title i've had in my head forever. if everything happens for a reason (and i have always said this), then maybe this is my catalyst. maybe this is my trojan horse.
maybe this is merely st elmo's fire, and i will wake up on the same desert ed island i have been stranded on for years. then again, i'm an island girl at heart-- and i have been somnolent for years. it's time to wake and surf.