I lost 1 pound last Friday bringing my total weight loss to 14 pounds. Thats not too bad considering I gained during a few weeks and lost it too. My metabolism has finally kicked in and I’m very glad to welcome it back.
When I start to lose weight my whole body freaks out. It has gotten used to its lethargy and doesn’t have much interest in changing the status quo. I can feel the internal screeching everytime I get on the treadmill. Because I don’t listen to the screeching ’stop the madness’, my body rewards me with much fluctuation in hormones which at any given moment means I’m 1. raging 2. On my period 3. really freakin’ hot 4. dizzy 5. complaining that my ovary hurts. Ris loves me, this is true because she is still here living in this house with me. Good Ris. She’s a keeper.
It is such an icky cycle. Get tired of me, work to fix me, body freaks out says it likes me the way me is, lots of issues that make me want to not move let alone exercise and then we are back to where “me” started.
I’ve found the strangest of allies-Madonna. No, not the holy virginial mother of Jesus. Madonna of ‘Like a Virgin’ origin. Her latest CD Confessions, is full of dance music that just calls to me. I do have a little gay boy inside of me yearning to breathe free and get down at a dance club. I’ve gotten to the point on the treadmill where the songs that used to make me weeze just don’t do it anymore but, my lord, Madonna, she doesn’t listen to whining, weezing or internal body parts screeching. Nope, she demands you sweat your ass off trying to keep in step with the beat. I’m stubborn so I’ve started to see this as a challenge when she comes up on the Ipod. I will crack this song, I will keep up the whole friggin’ time and I will beat you. HA! My two favorites are Isaac and Like It Or Not. The latter being my favorite fuck off tune to the evil people in the world. Celebrate me for who I am baby, dislike me for who I ain’t.
~Jen
