shanmonster | My Ass is Covered

Tonight, my mother-in-law is taking f00 and me out to supper. Tomorrow, my parents are taking us out. It's f00's and my anniversary next week, so we may not have to buy food for a while! Yay!

Today, I went to the gym to embiggenate my muscles. I had to skip the lat pulldowns because of the muscle I pulled in kung fu last night, but I still managed to up my leg press to 190 kg. I'm beginning to wonder when I'll top out. I still feel like I could do more. I know I don't bring my knees back as far as other people do (due to my old knee problems), but I am definitely working all the right muscles. I'm just beginning to feel slightly invincible, with all my bad knees, pulled muscle, migraine dots, asthma, and bad feet aside. Ok, so maybe not quite so invincible.

I've been really trying to up my protein lately, and I think this has been a good thing. My weight has dropped a bit more, although I'm pumping more iron. When I look down, my tum pudge seems to be retreating. Good. I like it that way. A teensy bit of belly fat looks nice, especially for dance, but I was getting scared of looking like a cat that's had too many kittens.

Unfortunately, I think I'm running out of clothes to wear. Anyone who's seen my closet will scoff at this, but I'm beginning to think all my shirts are too tight across the back and around my shoulders. While I was biking today in my nice black velvet Chinese jacket, the cloth felt like if I clenched my arms across in front of me that a seam or two might let go. Argh. I may have to invest in nothing but wifebeaters for shirts. This is crazy. I don't look that big. A lot of people still assume I'm a 110-lb waif, but they're on crack. Every now and then, I'll pull a pair of pants out of my closet that I used to wear ten years ago and stare at it with incredulity. There's no way I could even wriggle them past my thighs anymore, let alone get them zipped and buttoned. I used to be a size three. Now I'm about a size ten or twelve. And so I have to cull yet more clothing out of my closet.

It's hard for me to find anything that fits. It's pretty much always been the case. I have an easier time with bras now (not that I really need them), but a pair of good-fitting pants is still elusive. If they're long enough in the legs, the makers assume I have a 35" waist. And if the waist fits, I'm wearing high-water pants. Or, sometimes the waist is fine and the length is wrong, but the pants don't have enough ass-space for my J-Lo. This is probably why I wear so many short skirts: I can still ride a bike and I don't have to worry about length. Just so long as my ass is covered....