Things, they are a changing
I have not updated this thing in some time, so few new updates.
Last weekend for Memorial Day I was fortunate enough to snag a last minute invite to Fire Island. Wow. I am not even sure how to describe it for those people who have not experienced it previously. It's a little like a gay petting zoo, only with lots of partying, in all variations of the word. And the Meat Rack...yeah...I thought that was just the name of a porno film...I had no idea that this place actually exists. Seriously, I had to be one of the 10 most vanilla people up there. Still, it was an incredibly fun weekend and yes, my liver has finally recovered, thank you for asking. Of course, this makes me a little worried about my upcoming week in P-town. Fire Island was only 2.5 days and I literally was dragging myself to the ferry on Monday. P-town could prove to be ugly.
In terms of my body transformation (all spurred by the upcoming week in P-town), I have officially lost 12 lbs and 3 inches from my waist. My pants are definitely falling off of me. I am in that ugly "cinching" stage since I refuse to go out and but new clothes at this point. Everything else seems to be coming along nicely as well. I definitely see definable results, which is awesome. I think I am finally, and thankfully, addicted to working out (and having a cute trainer is always helpful).
And this can be filed under TMI: I am now at the three month milestone of not having had sex (yes, even on Fire Island, where even the most tragic characters can get laid). This was not something that I intentionally set out to do, but in all reality, I don't miss it that much (yet) and needed to curb my 'ho bag ways anyway. Plus Craigslist had gotten stale.
That's all for now. Happy Birthday to me. I will be 34 (gasp) tomorrow. Mid-thirties. Boooo! I definitely do not like how that sounds.
Last weekend for Memorial Day I was fortunate enough to snag a last minute invite to Fire Island. Wow. I am not even sure how to describe it for those people who have not experienced it previously. It's a little like a gay petting zoo, only with lots of partying, in all variations of the word. And the Meat Rack...yeah...I thought that was just the name of a porno film...I had no idea that this place actually exists. Seriously, I had to be one of the 10 most vanilla people up there. Still, it was an incredibly fun weekend and yes, my liver has finally recovered, thank you for asking. Of course, this makes me a little worried about my upcoming week in P-town. Fire Island was only 2.5 days and I literally was dragging myself to the ferry on Monday. P-town could prove to be ugly.
In terms of my body transformation (all spurred by the upcoming week in P-town), I have officially lost 12 lbs and 3 inches from my waist. My pants are definitely falling off of me. I am in that ugly "cinching" stage since I refuse to go out and but new clothes at this point. Everything else seems to be coming along nicely as well. I definitely see definable results, which is awesome. I think I am finally, and thankfully, addicted to working out (and having a cute trainer is always helpful).
And this can be filed under TMI: I am now at the three month milestone of not having had sex (yes, even on Fire Island, where even the most tragic characters can get laid). This was not something that I intentionally set out to do, but in all reality, I don't miss it that much (yet) and needed to curb my 'ho bag ways anyway. Plus Craigslist had gotten stale.
That's all for now. Happy Birthday to me. I will be 34 (gasp) tomorrow. Mid-thirties. Boooo! I definitely do not like how that sounds.
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