(sandalwood: a gratuitous photo) for the past few days it has been humid and no relief in sight and it also rained a bit. past weekend was very nice with a couple of nice days… i gardened while my kids frolicked in the lawn.
and a rant: a couple of days ago, i was going downstairs to pick up the pizza (don’t ask) for the office with another girl and we were both in a fitness challenge and i was telling her how i keep putting on weight because of my asthma (steroids = lipogenic, lipocentric + hunger) and this one woman in the elevator was like and also when one becomes middle aged. she is overweight, probably from eating all the goddamn pizza in the world and even though i was polite and nodded, this co-op girl and i both looked at each and once she left the elevator, i was like “bitch, did i fucking ask you ?” and we both giggled.
i have become really restless and there is no joy currently because i haven’t been dancing and i am putting in a healthy amount of time at the gym and while i feel my inches coming off, my scale isn’t budging. i am just hoping i would continue to work out without any major pauses due to unwelcomed asthma episodes. i keep bleating to sandalwood about my weight, and he keeps saying, even tho you are overweight, you are cute with a sexy smile and that some people may have good figure, they are ugly. and while this is true, it doesn’t help. and of course, even when i was thin as a rake, i never wanted to be with someone who just wanted me for my looks and sandalwood, i thank god, is a lovely person who appreciates me for who i’m and that he isn’t a shallow person and i really would like to look good for him.
also, me putting in time at my work gym is the key i think as usually to go to gym near my house, i am dependent on my idiot friend jack, who disappears for days and i get lazy; if not that it would be some other goddamn reason; and also did i mention that the gym which was closer to my home closed down which majorly fucked me up. so, i am thinking i would try and put in time at my work and then put in extra work at a gym. but i am thinking of going salsa dancing… let’s see what my future days bring.
the other day jack and i had dinner and i kept telling him, “touch me, touch me” because now a days my arms are like rocks and yes there is still fat in them and i have miles to go but at least i am on a properly motivated road. and at this point, i must share my appreciation for my colleague eric, the silent one. he is so ripped and when i walk behind him, i keep admiring his muscles, if you know what i mean. my boy, sandalwood, isn’t ripped. he is well endowed, but he doesn’t work out that much.
here is a story which tim from my work and i share. from our windows we can see a construction site with a crane perched on top and i have been observing this crane for every day like almost a year now and it’s fascinating to watch the crane operation. i feel close to the “crane boy” and i keep updating tim about his activities. the other day we both stood in our conference room and watched the crane boy work a bit and i was telling tim that i am in a long distance relationship with crane boy and he said, you will be broken-hearted once the crane is gone. i told him, broken heart is part of life. i wanted to take a photo of my crane today, but i forgot. may be monday.
every day when i get home, my kittyboy, minnu, always jump into my arms or keep following me telling me “mum pick me up, pick me up” and he wants me to pick him up so he can hug me and coo in my ears and it’s cute to watch his efforts trying to get to my neck to snuggle by jumping from table to table; but here is the thing. usually by the time i get home, my bladder is full and i am like “i need to pee, i need to pee” and i usually end up picking him up and bring him with me to the toilet.
last sunday, sandalwood and i went to museum… i am not sure if i ever mentioned or not, but he has nice chiseled looks with greenish/blue eyes which mesmerize (see the gratuitous photo i posted). honestly tho, in this photo he actually looks adultish because of his little stubble and when he shaves it off, he looks like a child. when i look into his eyes, i feel like a little fish and that i am swimming in them… 😊 i told him one time, when we went to movies, shouldn’t that be one adult, one child (when he was purchasing two adult tickets) and he said without pausing, i think it should be one adult and one senior citizen… bastard ! but my age or weight doesn’t bother me a bit, as i look young and unless i divulge it, no one can even guess. and of course, i fuck like a bunny. but still yes, i am trying to shed extra-fat as i would like to start dancing again. plus i think i have to meet his family at some point this year #sidelook.
it’s summer and i’m letting my hair grow long and i’ve learned to shout secrets at the stars while spending my nights snuggling with sandalwood, our t-shirts soaked with sweat, and catching myself in the mirror and thinking, i’m looking a bit taller and older; tired and itching and trying to escape into the sun, to feeling the burn of sunrays against my skin and i just feel furious, and fragile and free.