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There are moments when I feel like a bad ass….

And those moments are when i’m on my motorcycle.

It was about 63 and sunny today, so i rode her over to my office, which is only a couple miles away. But, it was so awesome. 2 construction guys pulled up next to me in their truck and just smiled and gave me a thumbs up. i would have love to jump their bones. Oh wait, did i say that? Eh, it’s ok. i’m poly.

i’m not sure what it is about the bike but riding her makes me feel like i can do anything. Maybe because it’s one of the hardest things i’ve every attempted to learn and it takes physical skill, which i don’t have a lot of. Or maybe it’s being out there with the guys. There aren’t a lot of women riders. They are usually on the back seat of a guys bike.

Another time of feeling bad ass is when i’m involved in a health and wellness challenge and i’m kicking butt, which i’m doing right now. Though i’m only 3 days into the challenge. But, just writing this blog is points towards having a perfect day on our challenge.

And, i’m not sure if the word is ‘bad ass’, but when i’m clergy….yeah, leading rehearsals and officiating weddings….or during ritual, or funerals or baby blessings…..all of it. Maybe the word is ’empowered’ or ‘authentic’. And especially if i can do the ritual as a Qadishti Priestess. Empowered, Bad Ass….the same thing?

Weight Loss & Running

My weight is stalled once again.

How frustrating. It tends to stall at this exact weight each time. So, I take a day off my way of eating and try to shock my body into losing weight. It used to work. It doesn’t now. Instead, I gain back a couple of pounds and then have to work to get back down to the plateau weight and get stuck here again.

I’m even training to run/walk a 5k next week, and nothing. It’s stuck. It’s like my body is holding onto this number and won’t let go. Stop it! It’s ok. We aren’t going to starve if I lose 3 more pounds. I promise.

I’ve got such cute clothes that I bought right before the belt lipectomy surgery (lower body lift) and now that I’ve I’ve gained 20 pounds since the surgery, they don’t fit!

And the 20 pounds I gained back…isn’t in the belly where they chopped off the extra skin. No. It’s in the thighs and the upper arms and that spare tire that is right above the sculpted area. I’m not liking it at all. It means that I can’t get pants up over my thighs. And the ones I can get up over my thighs are too big for my waist and ass and want to fall down. My shirts won’t fit over my upper arms and the ones that do, fall off my shoulders. It’s a very sloppy look that I’m not liking at all. 20 to 30 pounds off would solve the clothing issue.

It will also help with my running time. Think about yourself running … add a 30 pound backpack to your back and try again. Or better yet, add 7 pounds to each leg and each arm. It’s hard. ….Well, running is hard to begin with. But, that 30 pounds needs to go. Plus, it will keep me from wearing out my joints too fast. I’ve only got so much time to accomplish the things I want to accomplish before they give out anyway.

Why run? I should write that at another time…..but quick and sweet…..because I was never a runner and it’s something I want to be, even for a little while before my time is up. I like goals. I like trying new things. I like accomplishing things. This is just another of those accomplishments.

I’m going to try and to a fat fast I think to get my weight moving. We’ll see.

If it would stop raining, I’d get more miles in. That would work too.