I feel I need to dispel a couple of misconceptions from my last blog.
Do not get me wrong, ladies and gentleman. I was, I am and I will continue to be a goddess. I've not suddenly lost my head and been convinced by trashy magazines that I am unattractive just because I don't look like a Chupa-Chup. Oh no...
The only reason I want to register on radar is because I KNOW this, but a lot of men are too stupid to realise it. I'm looking forward to the moment that they do realise it and I can grind them to paste beneath my heel because I'll be just as delicious as I was 20 kilos ago, they were just too stupid to see a good thing when it sashayed into a bar.
I got a shock when I went to Weight Watchers. I thought they were smoking crack. They wanted me to lose more than 20 kilos. Lose that much weight? I'd become a little pointy stick figure. I don't want to be a little pointy stick figure. I want to be rounded and curvy and sleek!
I had to have a stern word with the lecturer. She wanted me to set my goal based on what they considered an ideal weight range.
This was a problem.
An 'ideal weight range' does not take into consideration how I feel about my body, how my lover's hand feels sliding across my hip, how I feel when I shimmy. I don't want to belong to an ideal weight range, I just want to easily buy clothes.
Once I can do that, then I'm done.
I told the lecturer where she could stick her ideal weight range. I told her the day I fitted into a pair of Levi 501s in a size 14 (that's 12 for you ‘Merkins), I'm done. That's my goal and that's what I'm aiming for. I figure that it will take about 20 kilos to get there. If I get there sooner, then even better. If it takes a little longer, then I'll keep going until they fit.
I like my belly. I like my breasts. I like the way my waist narrows and then flares out into my hips.
I'm TASTY, dammit!
For those of you who were smart enough to recognise my deliciousness from day one, virtual smooches to you.
And I'll always be up for pints at the pub, with or without garlic pizza and chips. Any weight loss program that doesn't allow me to sink a couple of pints every now and again with my friends must be breaching a Geneva convention out there somewhere and can go and get stuffed.
Cheers.
Oh Tree - you are da bomb, BABY!
*cheers*
the first day I saw your pic and wished I looked as good as you!
I hear you and appreciate the philosophy. I realized some years ago that I like my ass. I mean growing up in south Mississippi with an ass like a black girl resulted in a lot of heckling in school from boys who probably really liked my ass, but had been told that since it looked too rounded for a white girl it was wrong. Then one day I looked around at the 'typical' white women asses and thought, Jeez, you can't tell where their backs end and their asses begin.
I'll take a round ass any day.
you go grrrrll!!!
yeah ok - my 2 cents - i dont know you, i dont know anything about you, and i hate having people look at me and think they know me, although generalizations based on appearce have a root in truth although they are rarely very accurate in the details - anyway, based on my first visit here and a small bit of reading - i say, damn, you are a very attractive lady, nice curves and whatnot - woot, power to you, and remind me to rent queen of the damned when it comes out (if it isnt already) -(i keep chanting, corset n curves, corset n curves)
and faeriegirl - shutup, you are very fine looking too, trust me on this, pls (cant wait for the bday party)
Tree, you'd prolly just lurve Jay.
He's one of our local sweeties...
Love the lady!! YOU SO FUCKING ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Way to go! I wish my wife got that message. She's a beautiful woman, and I enjoy every bit of her, but the both of us are not exactly on the Weight Watcher's maintenance Plan, if you know what I mean! Bravo!
weight is not an accurate determinant of sexiness! True dat!!
Good for you! Those BMI's are all jacked up anyway. If I weighed what they said, you would mistake me for a stick.
you look lovely as you are ~jessica
Hey, what do you expect, your surrounded by Australian men? If guys from the southern hemisphere don't know what the southern hemisphere of a woman is supposed to look like, maybe you should just trot on back up here to the north. (God, All the people around here would kill me if they heard me describing Tennessee as "the north")
good on ya!!!
I like my boobs, and being curvy!
sticks arent sexy..no way.
damn it .. I miss my boobs ~looks up at Han thinking she took them .. then remebers that is the first to go in weightloss~
You go girl!!!!!! ~roars~
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That's like these crazy fuckers and their BMI's (Body Mass Index). They try and tell me that I need to weigh 180 pounds. 180 pounds! My balls weigh 180 pounds. Well, not really, but you know what I'm trying to say. Nobody can tell you what you should weigh, anybody that does needs a good kick in the nyuts.