I used to think that physical pain was a subtle reminder “you’re doing too much and not enough.’ That I’m the one going a million miles a minute and constantly testing the limits as in what is considered Peak Performance and Health. I get called Fat by Women and Bodybuilding Men would consider me to be a Terminated Goddess because I’ve been “without belt” 5 times now and apparently my last check concluded 0.2% non-visceral fat (no fat hanging off) and my muffin top is expanded ab muscle bands and dessecated, mesticated butterfly wings. They thought it all couldn’t be done. Some Governor made a prediction years ago about a woman being without belt before I was born. How will I ever reach this Governor. My usual backup is Cali Wind Turbine.
Either way, clean energy and clean eating has equated to me going through the process of clearing out cartilage instabilization (resetting it, to reform, recondense, compose, and naturally align my bones and body), pissing out water weight, and compelling gusts of air that seem to dispel from an uproarous cleanly-shaved geyser of the human that chases me amongst porcelain hallways and memory foam beds.
Un-edited for no filter because the process of weight loss can very debilitating. Many cases of people dying after “getting healthy.”
I was weighed on 3 scales and weighed about 586lbs and dropped to 185lbs in about 8 months. I was on metformin, I was going to die at 14 but I was going to die at birth too and now 24 is a little over two months from now. I did a lot of yoga. I’d walk about 5 miles a day. I hate lifting but strength training besides body resistance is necessary for me from time to time, so there was that too. I dislocate my shoulders on purpose with a 10lb kettle bell lifting from behind just to keep breaking the cartilage and only to find a body…that looks almost exactly like the first time around I got discovered at some convention in Miami and I had no idea I had a natural bodybuilding physique for women. Everyone called me fat, how would I know?
Stop breaking out the scale, break your watch’s EMG reader. Cook with Inuition. Be aware of your physical health, advocate for your mental, breathe the emotional, and even perhaps be a lil spiritual and mindful without praising a God or Some God, take the path to self support and self-advocacy. Maintenance just feels like the right thing to do after awhile.
I still accidently stub my toes on kettlebells under my bed.
I miss deadlifts.
Everyone wants me to eat chicken.
I want beef and salmon.
I can’t afford beef and salmon.
Eat your fucking greens.
-I smoke mine. [for disability {non-functioning endocannabinoid system} + joy]
Regulate your fucking endocannabinoid system through diet and digestive acts and perhaps – you too will be 212lbs of solid extranteated muscle mass by 23 as a 5’5 Soy-Mixto and Female individual.
Am I recommending this life, -No, I’m warning. The Fool just told you they were in Physical Pain.
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