I need to chain myself to the treadmill....

I'm thinking that it's the only way that I'm ever going to spend any time on there!

I'm getting goose bumps already....

just thinkin' about my girl dressing up as Captain Jack Sparrow. Is it wrong of me to have her participate in my fantasies without knowing it?

A little present for myself ....

Perhaps someone else will like it too?

It'll be part of my Busty Wench Halloween costume at the end of the month....but I'm thinking of giving it a trial run before that! (wink wink)

And yes, it came with the leather thong!

My birthday's coming up....

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I'm just sayin'.

What do you collect?

Shannon is going to Boston and asks me what would I like her to bring me back. Being geographically retarded of the Northern United States, I have no clue. None. I mean, I know that they had that tea party and all...but I have plenty of tea.

Would I like some Boston Baked Beans? Celtic stuff? Red Sox Jersey?

Um, beans make me gassy. She's still laughing....apparently they're not REALLY beans. And I'm not much of a sports fan.

What do I collect?

Oh, geez. I don't collect anything.

Although, I'm thinking of starting a millionnaire butch collection with a side collection of gold and diamonds.

Strange Days

I was in a funk yesterday. I think it's because things are so different now. My new girl has been here for about a month now. And
you know, it's just so damn strange.

After 10 years with th ex and things always being in an uproar...I'm not used to the calmness of it all. The help. The kindness. The love. I think the funk was because we have such a flat curve on the drama scale.

There are no blow ups from her. No threats. No crying and screaming. No throwing of knives, picture frames, etc. No withholding of affection. No, "I'm going to kill myself"....not reallys. No "I must have all the attention." No drama.

It's just day after day of good. I cook and prep things for her lunch. She cleans up after herself. We work out together and support each other. She's sweet and loving and so am I. The sex is phenomenal with tons of passion. When I'm in my Libra slug mode, she takes care of me. I rub her little pointy head for hours on end to her pleasure.

I have absolutely no complaints. I mean, well sometimes she doesn't put the liner in the trash can. Occasionally she parks behind me so that I have to move her truck. But come on...that's it. Those are the teensy little problems that I deal with.

Plus, the hot, lesbian sex that we have rocks my world. You should have SEEN the hot tub event last week....the neighbors could!

Did I mention that there's a house for sale two doors down?

Poor, Undernourished Butches of the World

For the past few weeks, I've been such the good lesbo-wife. Making sandwiches for her lunch, prepping the protein shakes, cooking healthy dinners.

My Love was whiney the other night about the KIND of sandwich in her pail while I'm on the phone with my best-butch-buddy. (As if!) My best-butch commented that there are poor, little butches out there who have no one to feed them. She would LOVE a sandwich...any kind. She COVETS my yummy salads with 20 ingredients slathered in homemade (sometimes) dressings. Would LOVE to just add water to her protein shakes that are lovingly prepared and ready to shake.

Now mind you, I would NEVER give up my girl. The sex is good. She works in the yard. Picks up after herself. Keeps me laughing. But sometimes, the appreciation isn't there.

And I'm doing this for her. FOR HER. It makes me wonder why I don't reserve this same kind of speciality for myself and the snacks that I allow myself.

Hmmm.

Getting on top of the cardio

The sex has been phenomenal this week. I mean, honestly, she should be teaching classes. I know that it's burning a few calories, but I'm still on the bottom. I want to feel like getting back on top. Back when I weighed 200 pounds, no problem. I was a firm 200. Not now. Hell no, not now!

The problem is that I still FEEL like that sexy woman. I'm just not looking so much like her anymore.

Now's the time to start LOOKING the way I FEEL on the inside.

And for dessert...some bony hips

Yeah, I know THAT's a stretch, but a girl can wish. I would have suture marks all over me!

Oh and add a side of abs to those great tits!

Guess while I'm under I might as well get it all!

Why change?

Because I want to have good boobs. I know. It's shallow. But hey, at least I can admit my shallowness. I like boobs. I like boobs on my sex partner. I like my boobs...they're just not as perky as I want them. The way to get them perky? Lose weight and have surgery.

So, sadly one of my reasons to lose weight is to have good boobs. I may be old...but I'll have great tits!

See, I could have said crap like:

I want to lose weight to feel better and have more energy and while that's true...it's not AS true as I wanna have great tits.

Tick Tock

So much wasted time has just passed me by. The Weight Watcher folks are notorious for saying "Time will pass whether you lose weight or not...might as well try!" It's an excellent point.

My goal is for our household, lesbian though it may be, to eat better. Healthier. Whole foods. Less junk. Although that's a feat in and of itself to separate Gail from her junk foods. She's buying healthier junk food, so that's a plus. The last one was

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Sour Cream and Onion Rice Chips. YUM! You get an incredible 30-something chips per serving.

Jumper Cables

I seem to have lost my charge amidst the girlfriend from Georgia moving in and the house being in a complete uproar for three weeks. And honestly, I was nuts for three weeks before she moved in...so there...add that to the time table.

And now I'm up to 269. That's what I weighed this morning. Down from 270 yesterday which freaked me the fuck out. 270!!! How'd THAT happen? 269 is so much nicer, isn't it? It's only a pound, but it puts me in thee 260s which is where I've been for about a year and a half.

The body has changed during that 18 months due to the weight training, but the scale remains in stone.

It must be me. It MUST. BE. ME. That's the only conclusion left.

I'm not doing anything to change my weight. I'm not focused. I'm not "trying" hard enough.

Although, I am doing some things right. And that's what I've focused on while I've not lost any poundage. But it just isnt' good enough any more.

Time to jump start this body into a new place.