Lets Get Physical

This actually has two connotations. The first being exercise and the second being sex.

Exercise has never been something that I could relate to. I kinda thought it was a vain activity that people did just to make themselves seem more interesting. Something they could talk about at dinner parties, like, "Hey, I did a 10k today and came in second", or "I went mountainbiking through this awesome terrain". Who gives a rat's ass? I didnt need exercise to be interesting. I already was. My ass was interesting. Everyone seemed to be interested in watching it get bigger by the day. I think some people even took bets on it.

Exercise was only something you did in gym class, and even then it was a nuisance. Ya know how many times I "forgot" my shorts? God, I hated wearing those in front of the boys. I hated having my chubby legs hanging out for all to see. My thighs would rub together and give me the worst chafing. I've started a few campfires with these things.

Now, I dont hate exercise as much. It feels good to move, run, jump, kick, and punch. The best part is that Im not out of breath. I used to get out of breath just turning over in bed, and drying off from the shower. I got to the top of my sister's staircase and then stopped to realize I just ran up with no problems and I wasnt out of breath. It felt good.

Now,the sex part. Sex wasnt so great at 280 pounds. You have a lot of limitations as to what is comfortable and what is physically possible. Although, I am quite flexible, being flat on the livingroom rug proved to be breathtaking............and, not in a good way. It literally took my breath away. I couldnt breathe down there. I think my fat was crushing my lungs. Getting up from the floor is another story. Roll over, get onto knees, one leg up, hold onto something and away we go. Im exagerating for effect here, but you get my drift.

Being on top was not happening for a couple of reasons. One was the crush factor. You ever have a fat girl riding you? Your intestines probably have suffered from that. Have u ever seen the tires of a bike when a fat person gets on? I couldnt put anyone through that. I was doing you a favor by NOT doing that. The other thing is that its uncomfortable and movement is restricted. I mean, how much up and down and back and forth could I do before I drop dead on you from the exertion? Oh, there is reason number three. How hot can I possibly look flopping all over you like a beached whale? I wanna vomit just thinking about it. Oh, uh, maybe its the Doritos and onion dip Im having while writing this.

Ok, lets go to the flipside, now. Doggy-style, baby! Ooh, how beautiful does this position look when you're this fat? I cant even think about it without having my ass tighten up. Its really disturbing for me. What do you do with all that ass in your face? Nothin, thats what. I have to move on now, otherwise the visual will blind me.

Sex now is HOT!!! The freedom that goes along with weight loss is incredible. I can do it all! I can ride like the wind, I can flip, flop, over the shoulders, behind my head, bend ova and know that although I can still put out forest fires with this ass, it looks pretty good from behind these days. Thats a good feeling. Im not totally comfortable in my skin yet, but its still a work in progess. I got my groove back. Thats whats important.