Today I was feeling a generalized sort of bummed-out, for a variety of smallish reasons that just came together. One of them was hearing in several ways that I must be just sitting on my ass and scarfing down the junk food all the time--after all, I'm overweight. And I mean, I like junk food sometimes ("Pringles are vegetarian, right?"), but I'm losing weight and my cholesterol and blood pressure numbers are awesome and I *do* move. People seem more comfortable with their stupid stereotypes, though, as it is with so much of life.
In actuality, what I wanted to do was have the pool at L'Ailee's gym to myself, with Sinead and Atmosphere and M.I.A. blasted up loud to reverberate in the water. I love that feeling--it's almost womblike. That wouldn't happen, of course. So I contented myself with plans to surf this weekend and singing and dancing at home while I waited for L'Ailee. Then I danced after she came in, too.
I danced so much between reading and posting, all my muscles are letting me know how they feel about it! L'Ailee came down for a snack, and snuck up on me while I was dancing to MIA's "Bucky Done Gun," and when I was done, slithered up to give me a kiss on my cheek and tell me she was going to have pleasant dreams tonight, having seen that.
I have literally worked out until I am exhausted. At least my mind's not going around in circles like the past few weeks--it's felt like a dryer, and my thoughts tumbling around in it like so many mismatched socks. Not tonight, not anymore. Time to go upstairs, and dream pleasant dreams with her...