Fitness

I spent a lot of time in the bathroom today (yippee!) and that meant I spent more time looking at myself in the mirror today than I have in weeks.

My conclusion?  Ugh.  I wasn't incredibly happy with what I saw in the mirror last fall, and started getting back on the path.  I joined the gym again, and started back into yoga classes and cardio.  (I won't kid myself by saying Kitten wasn't an impetus for getting into shape.)  I love going to yoga.  I always feel better when I do.  The cardio has been a struggle, partially due to my lack of fitness, and partially due to my feet.

I avoid most high impact things because I have some unexplained issue with my feet.  It's almost as though I can feel the metatarsals grind together.  I even bought new shoes to work out in, under the theory that better support would help.  It does help, but it didn't cure the issue.  I still avoid a lot of the jumping movements, but I continue to try.

I finally had to stop most of my trips to the gym in January, when my intestines started to interfere.  I'm constantly worn out, and the muscles in my legs feel weak by the end of the day, for no discernible reason.  When I get home from work, I usually spend most of my evenings on the couch, in no shape to do much else.




It's funny - I feel incredibly self conscious when thinking about her in girlfriend terms, but when it comes to kink, it doesn't seem to matter.  I hated the way I looked, going to a party yesterday, but people were extremely complimentary.  I was dressed in a fashion corset, black miniskirt, patterned tights, and knee-high boots.  (I quickly realized that this was a mistake, as a corset and tights were not conducive to frequent bathroom trips.)  I ended up shedding most of the prettiness within the first few hours, spending most of the night in my miniskirt and a t-shirt.

And I couldn't play much, because I didn't want any marks to explain on Monday.  Alpha and I did a little otk spanking, with me fully clothed.  But Kitten and Mr.B brought their TENS unit, and Kitten is a big fan.  She wanted me to try it.  Somehow, that turned into me, naked except for my underwear, being subjected to various implements attached to a violet wand.  And it didn't even occur to me to worry about how I looked.  (This may be partly due to the fact that Kitten and I were probably two of only a handful of women present who weren't obese.)

But wow.  My body doesn't look like my own.  My ass has gotten huge!  This has to change.  I'm hoping that tomorrow will give us all the answers, and it will be something that is easily remedied.  A simple infection, a shot of penicillin, and I'll be cured.  Then I'll be able to go back to my normal life.