Wednesday, February 08, 2006

All singing, all dancing.

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...

9 comments:

Fantod said...

People seem more comfortable with their stupid stereotypes, though, as it is with so much of life.

I'm a fan of Dawn French. Now that's a large woman. But man can she move, jump and jive like a spritely 100-pound waif.

Yes, America is overweight, but there's certainly more to health than a simple weight-to-height ratio.

alan said...

I was reading "Surfing" magazine last night at work and saw a set of headphones for an i-pod that are waterproof and work like ear plugs. I realize that doesn't keep the i-pod from drowning, but there has to be something to seal it, or something on the way, there just has to!

As long as your numbers are OK, you feel good, and can dance like you apparently must be able to, the hell with what anyone else thinks! Madison Avenue has no right to try to make Kate Moss out of women; no one remembers Twiggy but everyone remembers Marilyn Monroe!

alan

Traci said...

{{{{{Lilo}}}}}

Trudy Booty Scooty said...

I love those Dove commercials featuring real women....all shapes and sizes.....real beauty.

:) (((Crackers))) I have no idea what you look like, but you are beautiful...that I CAN see! :)

nancy =) said...

re: everything you said: me too...

except the l'ailee part, of course =)...

peace...

Jaded&Opinionated said...

Your value as a human being is in no way related to how much you way nor what size you wear. What matters most can't be seen at all. You, my friend, are a beautiful woman. Period.

Jaded&Opinionated said...

oops, I meant "weigh" of course. Pretend it says that. Thanks.

Ruben said...

Let me give you some advice! You should adopt my rapid fire comment system. Just blurt out the following phrases when someone says something hurtful and idiotic to you" Fuck off!" "asshole".

Dr. Deborah Serani said...

I like Ruben's advice.