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dragonlady7You know, I'd never really thought about how $*(&%ing disturbing it is that Zobar's pants size is 29x36.
Yeah. Think about that for a moment. That's waist... then inseam.
#*(&%@!!!
Needless to say, it's not easy for him to find a good pair of pants. His socks, suffice to say, show a lot. Too bad he refuses to wear anything but white athletic socks. (d'oh!) But while you're checking out his dorky ankles, you can notice his sweet shoes.
this is of interest to almost nobody, so, here goes...
Yawn. So unmotivated this morning... i woke up when dave did, as usual... Bob was singing, and now that the frog cage is right at the head of the bed, that was more disruptive than usual... i turned on the fan to ventilate the cage and that shut him up. it's cute when he sings but not while i'm sleeping. and i can not for the life of me figure out what sets him off. he starts singing an inordinate amount of times while i'm engaged in heavy-breathing activities, the exact nature of which i shall not confide. What a little freak.
So, I lounged around after Dave left, feeling crummy-- my knee is still hurting (not just now, post-exercise and aspirin) and i've been having cramps since last Saturday, and STILL no period. Gah. I looked at jobs online and found NOTHING (sigh) and lay in bed wondering what to do with myself. After a while I decided, well, I should pretend that I WANTED to be at home doing nothing. Say, I just... published a book and it's a blockbuster and I have no financial worries for the present. What would I do?
Answer fan mail. Phooey. So, I dispiritedly arose, pattered around the apartment, looked at the plants, thought about tidying the living room, and then got dressed and went for a walk outside. It was a brief walk, as my knee was still hurting and i still don't really like the neighborhood, but it got my blood moving, so I came back inside, did my half-hour ritual (though i'm getting bored with the prescribed exercises so i'm doing other ones, half the time, so it's not like i'm actually following the instructions, which is about par for the course for me... still, it got me moving for half an hour, and i did eventually move just about every muscle in my body, as near as is reasonable, so...)
and now i'm eating rubbery oatmeal (if you add some milk, it's not half bad) with too much sugar in it, and tinned pear halves. Starving myself has never worked, and I don't want to be thin anyway, I want to be buff. (Joe Diamante, UR fencing club president 2002-2003, once told me in that ingenuous way of his that if I bulked up I could be really intimidating. He had no idea that a girl might not take that as a compliment, or in fact not want to be intimidating at all, so I decided to take it as one, and thanked him accordingly, and said I'd think about it. I don't think I'll start weighlifting intensively, but I'd like to have terrifying shoulders to go with my terrifying breasts. Maybe I could work on my trapezius muscles a bit, get some biceps and deltoids going on... yeah, sure. Could be fun. Maybe I will. I've already got scary quads but you can't really see them under all the fat. And my calf muscles are truly frightening. Enough so that I can't buy $(@*%&!! knee-high boots, which I've been hunting for for a full year now... sigh. Anyhow, I think he's right, and I have both the frame to support large muscles and the natural ability to form them, so anytime I want to start bulking up, it's only my own apathy I'd have to fight against.) So yeah, I find I do better in all areas of life if I eat as much as I want whenever I want to, with of course some reasonable limits. I can't have a big spoonful of peanut butter every time I see the peanut butter jar, for instance. But, i can allow myself a pair of peanut butter crackers if I've been craving peanut butter all morning and it's lunchtime anyway and I didn't eat anything else yet. See how it works? So I'm trying to be reasonable about it all. And if I fill up on oatmeal, I won't fill up on cookies. So i'm trying to keep apples and things around, too, because often it's just that I'm bored and want something, so I eat a cookie or something. I think I can have a cookie now, but that's more because the tin of cookies are all starting to taste like each other, so i'd better get started on finishing them up. At least, the ones that didn't taste like much on their own to begin with.
So anyhow, that's how my fat ass is progressing. (Actually, it's not my ass that's fat. It's the hips and love-handles and tummy I don't like. Sort of... a spare tire a bit below the midriff. Good news is, I'm at low risk for heart disease. Bad news is, I look like hell in pretty much anything.)
OK, I've decided on a new project. i'm going to take a picture, post it to this livejournal, and everyone has to comment on it and tell me a story that the picture is illustrating. I'm then going to do a project with the results.
See, I was gonna write and illustrate a story, but I'm not sure how to do it. My ideas are never as good as I think they are.
So, watch this space, and hopefully in an hour or two, I'll have either a picture or a series of pictures posted, ready and waiting for you to tell me a story.
I'd just better get some participants, or i'll be sadly disappointed.
Yeah. Think about that for a moment. That's waist... then inseam.
#*(&%@!!!
Needless to say, it's not easy for him to find a good pair of pants. His socks, suffice to say, show a lot. Too bad he refuses to wear anything but white athletic socks. (d'oh!) But while you're checking out his dorky ankles, you can notice his sweet shoes.
this is of interest to almost nobody, so, here goes...
Yawn. So unmotivated this morning... i woke up when dave did, as usual... Bob was singing, and now that the frog cage is right at the head of the bed, that was more disruptive than usual... i turned on the fan to ventilate the cage and that shut him up. it's cute when he sings but not while i'm sleeping. and i can not for the life of me figure out what sets him off. he starts singing an inordinate amount of times while i'm engaged in heavy-breathing activities, the exact nature of which i shall not confide. What a little freak.
So, I lounged around after Dave left, feeling crummy-- my knee is still hurting (not just now, post-exercise and aspirin) and i've been having cramps since last Saturday, and STILL no period. Gah. I looked at jobs online and found NOTHING (sigh) and lay in bed wondering what to do with myself. After a while I decided, well, I should pretend that I WANTED to be at home doing nothing. Say, I just... published a book and it's a blockbuster and I have no financial worries for the present. What would I do?
Answer fan mail. Phooey. So, I dispiritedly arose, pattered around the apartment, looked at the plants, thought about tidying the living room, and then got dressed and went for a walk outside. It was a brief walk, as my knee was still hurting and i still don't really like the neighborhood, but it got my blood moving, so I came back inside, did my half-hour ritual (though i'm getting bored with the prescribed exercises so i'm doing other ones, half the time, so it's not like i'm actually following the instructions, which is about par for the course for me... still, it got me moving for half an hour, and i did eventually move just about every muscle in my body, as near as is reasonable, so...)
and now i'm eating rubbery oatmeal (if you add some milk, it's not half bad) with too much sugar in it, and tinned pear halves. Starving myself has never worked, and I don't want to be thin anyway, I want to be buff. (Joe Diamante, UR fencing club president 2002-2003, once told me in that ingenuous way of his that if I bulked up I could be really intimidating. He had no idea that a girl might not take that as a compliment, or in fact not want to be intimidating at all, so I decided to take it as one, and thanked him accordingly, and said I'd think about it. I don't think I'll start weighlifting intensively, but I'd like to have terrifying shoulders to go with my terrifying breasts. Maybe I could work on my trapezius muscles a bit, get some biceps and deltoids going on... yeah, sure. Could be fun. Maybe I will. I've already got scary quads but you can't really see them under all the fat. And my calf muscles are truly frightening. Enough so that I can't buy $(@*%&!! knee-high boots, which I've been hunting for for a full year now... sigh. Anyhow, I think he's right, and I have both the frame to support large muscles and the natural ability to form them, so anytime I want to start bulking up, it's only my own apathy I'd have to fight against.) So yeah, I find I do better in all areas of life if I eat as much as I want whenever I want to, with of course some reasonable limits. I can't have a big spoonful of peanut butter every time I see the peanut butter jar, for instance. But, i can allow myself a pair of peanut butter crackers if I've been craving peanut butter all morning and it's lunchtime anyway and I didn't eat anything else yet. See how it works? So I'm trying to be reasonable about it all. And if I fill up on oatmeal, I won't fill up on cookies. So i'm trying to keep apples and things around, too, because often it's just that I'm bored and want something, so I eat a cookie or something. I think I can have a cookie now, but that's more because the tin of cookies are all starting to taste like each other, so i'd better get started on finishing them up. At least, the ones that didn't taste like much on their own to begin with.
So anyhow, that's how my fat ass is progressing. (Actually, it's not my ass that's fat. It's the hips and love-handles and tummy I don't like. Sort of... a spare tire a bit below the midriff. Good news is, I'm at low risk for heart disease. Bad news is, I look like hell in pretty much anything.)
OK, I've decided on a new project. i'm going to take a picture, post it to this livejournal, and everyone has to comment on it and tell me a story that the picture is illustrating. I'm then going to do a project with the results.
See, I was gonna write and illustrate a story, but I'm not sure how to do it. My ideas are never as good as I think they are.
So, watch this space, and hopefully in an hour or two, I'll have either a picture or a series of pictures posted, ready and waiting for you to tell me a story.
I'd just better get some participants, or i'll be sadly disappointed.
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Date: 2002-10-18 10:49 am (UTC)If a woman with a large chest size gives her arms andshoulder muscles a vigorous workout, can her breasts lose weight?
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Date: 2002-10-18 11:33 am (UTC)The problem is that she'll often gain it back first on her hips or thighs.
So, weight loss/gain is a tricky question.
I gain weight pretty evenly all over, so I think if I lose weight I'll probably lose it evenly all over. I don't lose weight often, though.
And the areas you exercise don't necessarily effect where you lose fat from; fat is only lost through increase in metabolism, which happens whenever you exercise at all.
Increasing one's muscle mass increases one's metabolism and leads to a possible loss of fat.
But, I'm not necessarily hoping to lose too much weight, so...
:-D
exercise
And post a picture soon!
Re: exercise
Date: 2002-10-18 11:35 am (UTC)Who is this? Do I know you? If I don't, that's cool, but if you just post a name, I prefer having a better handle than just an IP address to keep track of who's leaving comments. And if I do know you, it's not fair to be anonymous, because you know who I am...
;p
Re: exercise
Re: exercise
Date: 2002-10-19 08:24 am (UTC)and then I did a trace thingy, and we discovered that you were a roadrunner user in the NY Capital District, and that most of your requests went through a router in Albany, and we drunkenly set about doing all the terrible hackerly things one might do given what small information we had (observation only, mind you) and came up with a kazaa username of Nicolette something, which confused the bejabbers out of both of us-- Dave because he couldn't believe his test thingy had given us that information, and me because i couldn't figure out who the hell nicolette was... so all in all, it was an entertaining but confusing evening, and eventually we were too drunk to type anymore, and we graduated to lying around telling passionate stories of where we'd gone wrong in life... so we never got around to doing anything actually bad to anyone... which is just as well. But I'd figured that it had to be either you or my cousin, as you were the only capital region roadrunner users that would know about my livejournal.
sure, send me recipes. :-p