Posts Tagged ‘gym rat’

Sometimes I Miss My Fat…

March 9th, 2010

Okay, well not all of my fat, but strategically placed bits here and there.  As I wrote about in my post on the Top 10 Weight Loss Surprises, it’s kind of nice to be able to feel things like hip bones and quadriceps again, and to see your biceps pop when you bend your elbow.  In fact, in what came perilously close to the mirror flexing commonly engaged in by the native gym rats that have been much lampooned here at Reconstructing 30, I caught myself flexing my arms in the mirror as I brushed my teeth a couple of days ago.  The dog, who was sitting at my feet, sighed deeply, rolled her eyes, and threw up a little in her mouth.  I’m not proud of it.  I was just truly fascinated by the reconstruction of my body that is taking place.   Hey, at least it wasn’t in public, like the real gym rats!

Anyhow, losing fat and exposing the fit body underneath that’s ready to get out is liberating, exhilarating, and just all around freakin’ awesome.  But… (there’s that pesky “but” again)  I do miss one little pad of fat that my body decided to dissolve, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why.   It’s that little smaller than a pincushion portion of adipose tissue that had previously protected my tailbone.  I’m no anatomist, but I’m guessing this is analogous to the little flap of chicken fat that you snip off the @$$ of a roaster before you grease it up and pop it in the oven.  Anyhow, I didn’t realize » Read more: Sometimes I Miss My Fat…

Maybe

January 21st, 2010

Today was incredibly busy at work.  I’m working under two coinciding February 1 deadlines, and there are a million and one things racing through my head about both projects at all times.  Which is apparently crowding my brain and not allowing me to remember little things, like my keys and cell phone.  Early this afternoon, I locked my keys in my office, having to ask the building’s operations director to let me back in with her master key.  No biggie – right?  Well, this afternoon, I packed my stuff to leave, got my umbrella, turned off the lights in my office, and got on the elevator with some colleagues, only to realize halfway down that I’d locked my keys in my office yet again. » Read more: Maybe

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