Three Hundred Three.
one good thing about music,
when it hits you feel no pain
so hit me with music, hit me with music
hit me with music, hit me with music now
- Bob Marley, Trenchtown Rock
I suppose I was due for one of these. My behind the glass series always kind of reminds me of a peep show - a little glimpse into the story of a character who you think you know, while in reality what you're seeing is just a thirty second show of a character of their choosing. Does that make sense? Anyway, while creating these various characters obscured behind the glass, I just kept thinking of a burlesque peep show. Of course, I don't own any really burlesque lingerie (unlike a certain friend of mine whose closet overfloweth and shall remain nameless). So you get my toned down version.
And before my family gets pissed (as they most always do when I show this kind of skin), I was also in the mood to celebrate my weightloss thus far. I mentioned last week that while I've been watching the numbers on the scale change, I only just recently started noticing my clothes fitting much more loosely. Well last night, on a whim (at 12:30am no less), I decided to try on some old jeans of mine that just a few months ago I couldn't even pull all the way on, let alone fasten. Some of these jeans I haven't worn in YEARS. Um, yeah. Totally comfortable in them now. Can't even express how happy that made me. So of course I wound up trying on the majority of the clothes in my closet that haven't fit me in forever. And squealed (quietly since it was 1am by that time) each time something fit me comfortably again. I'm up to six pairs of pants and jeans that are now fully ready to move back into active rotation in my wardrobe. And countless shirts and adorable jackets that used to cut off all circulation in my arms and now fit exactly the way they're meant to fit.
I'm working on getting healthier and losing weight for me. Not for anyone else. I want to get back down to a weight where I feel like me again. That's probably not as skinny as I once was, but I want to stop feeling like I'm trapped in somebody else's body. I've got about forty pounds left to lose, but I'm in no rush. Slow and steady wins this race (says the girl who has lost rapidly and gained it back just as quickly in the past).
Progress, not perfection.
Musically Challenged: Bob Marley - Trenchtown Rock
Three Hundred Three.
one good thing about music,
when it hits you feel no pain
so hit me with music, hit me with music
hit me with music, hit me with music now
- Bob Marley, Trenchtown Rock
I suppose I was due for one of these. My behind the glass series always kind of reminds me of a peep show - a little glimpse into the story of a character who you think you know, while in reality what you're seeing is just a thirty second show of a character of their choosing. Does that make sense? Anyway, while creating these various characters obscured behind the glass, I just kept thinking of a burlesque peep show. Of course, I don't own any really burlesque lingerie (unlike a certain friend of mine whose closet overfloweth and shall remain nameless). So you get my toned down version.
And before my family gets pissed (as they most always do when I show this kind of skin), I was also in the mood to celebrate my weightloss thus far. I mentioned last week that while I've been watching the numbers on the scale change, I only just recently started noticing my clothes fitting much more loosely. Well last night, on a whim (at 12:30am no less), I decided to try on some old jeans of mine that just a few months ago I couldn't even pull all the way on, let alone fasten. Some of these jeans I haven't worn in YEARS. Um, yeah. Totally comfortable in them now. Can't even express how happy that made me. So of course I wound up trying on the majority of the clothes in my closet that haven't fit me in forever. And squealed (quietly since it was 1am by that time) each time something fit me comfortably again. I'm up to six pairs of pants and jeans that are now fully ready to move back into active rotation in my wardrobe. And countless shirts and adorable jackets that used to cut off all circulation in my arms and now fit exactly the way they're meant to fit.
I'm working on getting healthier and losing weight for me. Not for anyone else. I want to get back down to a weight where I feel like me again. That's probably not as skinny as I once was, but I want to stop feeling like I'm trapped in somebody else's body. I've got about forty pounds left to lose, but I'm in no rush. Slow and steady wins this race (says the girl who has lost rapidly and gained it back just as quickly in the past).
Progress, not perfection.
Musically Challenged: Bob Marley - Trenchtown Rock