Monday: My Day

Monday is the day when my roads are normally opened. They may be blocked, winding, or even messy but they are opened for me to make choices. After a rather pleasant weekend, my workday began with the new process of creating my face. It did not take as long as I had anticipated and soon, I was out the door en route to the job that I wish to change. Because of the paint that was applied to my face, I was a more effective person today. The amount of compliments that I received for my appearance was simply amazing. The positive energy lifted me into other dimensions that I recognized as former haunts. It was a good feeling for me.
The experiences that my body has been through since the car accident last July continue. Another doctor must be added to the list to address my nervous system with x-rays. Apparently, now my neck wishes to go through muscle spasms and remain tight as a rope without any regard for the efforts of my physical therapist. My exercise of choice has been elimanated from my routine for months now with no hope of it returning anytime soon. However, my former pilates torturemaster remained on my mind. I felt as if I needed something healing while my body goes through aging and adjusting to trauma. The medical background of the torturemaster combined with her knowledge of my body make for an excellent canditate to assist me with remaining bikini ready as all of this is thrown at me. However, it was not until my mother mentioned that she could help me that I finally called her. Alas, I wanted my dance strenous and harsh as it may be. Its not what is needed at this time. My first class was this evening, and it felt nice to sweat. The rest of this journey is tba as I am living it day by day.
The rain falls to the earth to replenish her green and nurture the oceans. The thunder rumbles and shakes my home as the candles flicker back and forth. My summer vacation is around the corner and there is much work to be done if I am going to truly meet the challenge of my career transition. My trusted advisors await my next move. It was necessary for me to stop doing everything at once. It was not accomplishing goals and work makes it impossible for me to focus on the new trials and tribulations of working for myself full time. The idea of answering to myself without the boring routine of nothing changing and ineffective leadership is quite attractive to me. It is my intent to bake this delicious cake and then, have a nice slice of it. Perhaps, I shall add a scoop of ice cream…..a glass of champagne would not hurt either.


Thursday, July 30, 2009

***This is dedicated to my original Torturemaster.  This is one of the many retorts that she endured during my life changing training with her.

****This commentary is not for the faint or easily offended.  This is my honest gut opinion.  I do hope that it brings a smile to your face.  Please feel free to comment at your leisure. Love, Lady.

All of these people: gym rats, yoginis, bellydancers, pilates people, secretly belong to a society known as the torture masters.  Their meetings are held in underground caves so that members have no traceable roots.  Information is maintained by blindfolded griots so that they are unable to identify members by sight.  Such people are initiated by their extreme desire to sculpt their bodies in some way shape or form be it consciously or otherwise.
(separate reflection minus a segue)

Just when you thought that there couldn’t possibly be any more ways of your ass being tortured, a torture master pushes your buttons or ass cheeks depending on what class you are taking today.  Do you realize that these people pay money to attend workshops with highly skilled experts in order to learn new forms of torture to your already pained flesh?  The best part of this shit is that we return for more.  Now ask yourself, does this make us curious, saddistic, or just plain stupid?  Why on earth do we subject ourselves to this demise?  I know that I would rather be laying my fat ass on the beach sipping a fattening margarita, but I digress.

Last night serves as a perfect example.  I saw a girl with wearing a short set, 2 piece in white; it is important to wear clothes that compliment your frame.  While I myself am packing close to 200lbs, ( I have lost weight since some people have been putting their feet…BOTH…in my ass for weeks at a time now) I hope that I have enough sense to cover what I don’t want revealed until it is to my own personal satisfaction.  Will I ever identify with the strifes and pains of skinny people? Not in this time or the next.  My metabolism is slow, I had to change my entire diet, increase my water intake (which makes me feel like a puffy cow), go on a Colonics program, suffer through different types of body training and look good doing it….to lose….(wait for it)….
READ: approximately 10lbs.