Boy am I having fun (AKA I have nothing else to do atm)

 I’m trying to spell my name out with each entry.  After this one, I only have 2 to go, yay me.

Really, I started my transformation

 My version 3.0 is finally starting!

I’ve signed up for a membership at Metroflex Gym and got me self some body-builder trainers…. It’s so cool and I feel so boujie, I gots my own team — not Glam Team but Transformation Team.  There’s Paul, the owner of the training side, Cassandra, Luna and Luke.  It’s a strange feeling to have these people wait to basically be of service to me, but it’s also nice — and maybe long overdue.

So my transformation will start with only 8 weeks.  That’s when I hope most of the changes will hopefully  happen, although I will probably go longer.  Maybe 12 weeks.  Then I can go it alone and maintain, or so I hope.

BUT

I’m still me and will always be.  Here’s today’s story:

    I trained legs with Cassandra who apparently is the Booty Queen (or Glute Queen in her circles of bodybuilding gods and goddesses) and she made me work SO hard I felt like a horse in training and was sweating like one.  So much so that I looked at my arms and THEY WERE GLISTENING.  I’ve never had my arms sweat before… I didn’t even know they could, like my nails or eyelids.

    Needless to say other parts of me were sweating as well, namely my legs.  

    I had to pee.  So I went to the bathroom and pulled off a seat cover and placed it on the toilet seat.  When I finished I got up and of course the paper stuck to my backside, not a first time occurrence.  But then this happened:  the paper started tearing up a little piece at a time because I was drenched in sweat and it was sooo stuck to my backside.  UGH.  It got so bad that I had to roll the forsaken paper off my skin and at one point I just stopped and started laughing, because it was ridiculous and funny.  I was meant to protect my butt with this flimsy paper I now had to roll off of me. 

    I came out of the bathroom with freshly scrubbed hands and another dumb story that maybe only I find funny, but at the moment I’m all that matters.

Peace out, y’all

and

be ridiculous, 

G

 

I remembered - Recurring Dream #1

 When I was little I had a few recurring dreams and although I don’t remember which came first, the one I remembered today was this one:

    A criminal invading our home with the intent to hurt us.  But in my dreams I was able to talk to the “baddie” (me and only me) and explain to him why he shouldn’t hurt us.  In the end he understood, of course, and became a better person for it.  That got me thinking of how I am today.  Not much has changed, I still like to “make things better” although I see how it can translate to “I’m always right”.

    Again, I’m Tap Dancing In The Grass.  I think I’m doing something for good, but to the world I’m maybe being narcissistic — right?  I just think that the things I value (the way I find happiness and fulfillment) could apply to everyone, and there’s nothing that makes me happier than making others happy… codependent much?  I may be codependent, I may have narcissistic tendencies, but I have good intentions, damnit!!  And I also believe that through life experiences and family placement at birth all happened for a reason.  I mean, the world needs people who care, who like making others happy, although there should be a limit and one should understand boundaries.

    So that’s what I need to work on:  understanding boundaries — mine and other people’s.  I need to know when to stop and control my passion when I think someone needs me.  I need to put my superhero cape away and just be some sort of hero.  At least in my own mind.

I’m happy I’m writing, and I hope I can keep it going.  It’s helpful and sometimes entertaining since in my adult life I developed the ability to laugh at myself, a quality that avoids us when we’re young…

Later, G