Jul 04, 2009 09:55
I've been having aerobic dance parties in the morning, when time allows (ie. I'm not rushing to make it to work/it's not 5:30 and dark.) I'm trying to get rid of the gallon of loose skin and bottom-of-the-slurpee fat around my waist. I have complicated feelings about my extra weight, which, after being trans, occupies most of my thoughts in a day. Between those two things, I don't really have much time to think about anything else. It's not that I think I'm fat, or really even overweight (although I have a strong residual sense of that from when I really, really was.) If my body wanted to put fat in better places, like my hips or my tits, then I'd be perfectly happy with what I have. However, it just wants a beer belly, and that's not fun for me. Biking helps only so much. My legs are ridiculous. If I lie down and lift my leg, my thigh muscles look crazy. There are these funny deposits on my inner thighs, which don't get worked much on a bike. I think they're kind of cute, in a flappy sort of way.