with no floppy disks please...
Summer is on its way and I need to face the music - mentally, professionally, and physically. I mean, I like muffins, but not that much and not on my hips. I want to get jiggy, not jiggly.
We all need to feel sexually attractive. We are animals. We need to remember that we are alive. Feeling attractive reminds you that you feel attraction. After a long winter of depression, after challenging financial, professional, personal, and emotional situations, after a long and sad love relationship coming to an end, it is important to remember that I feel. I've grown so numb.
Feeling sexy burns calories. If you're doing it right. It puts a kick in your step, a little extra swing of the hips, and it's a natural endorphin, with the good chemicals - dopamine and so on. When you feel sexy, you want to be stronger. You run on red-bull and sexual adrenaline. And I'm just being honest with you. I am not perfect looking. I have my flaws, trust me. But I've always been told I am interesting looking. It's part of my thing.
A few years ago, I was not only physically in shape but also mentally and emotionally in a good place and no I do not look like that now. I have less teeth and my eyebrows are not so blue and I weigh more cats. Seriously. in weight, I've added a newborn baby plus a cat or just two fat cats.
Can you remember when you felt strong? Sexy? Smart? Your best? Well, ahole that it is, depression kills that thing. Depression tells you that nothing feels as good as eating, drinking, laying around, hiding under the bed, wearing sweat pants, and masquerading in flab. And I'm coming out of my depression and I want to feel myself again. Not literally, Divinyls singer you sexay little beezie.
Feeling sexy makes you wonder. What could happen? The future seems wider, brighter somehow. It has nothing to do with another person. It's seeing yourself differently because you listen to your positive voices instead of your negative ones. Anyone who tells you they don't feel great when they notice people thinking they look interesting is flat out full of the monkey poop. We are animals and we are meant to attract mates.
I don't want to date. Or mate. No dating, not mating, no making of the papier mache-ing. I'm not ready for that. My heart hurts. I don't want a fling. I don't really even want to talk or have a flirtation. I just want to feel like I could. I want to feel like I could get jiggy (and then shoot myself for being such a dork. I'm sorry. I'm really white, despite the skin). Y'all know what I mean. I just want to punch depression in the face.
Don't you ever feel like this about the things getting you down? I do. Why? Because I don't want to cry in my nachos while I lay around dribbling beer on myself and licking the cheese off my fingers from a large pan pizza because that shiz is not sexy and I will eat a whole pie. Don't even play. I will eat a whole pizza and drink a 6 pack and still want some cherry pie. That is not jiggy.
Smiling Burns Happy Calories. So there's this guy at the gym. He reminds me of Will Smith. Yes. Like that. But more so. He is fit. Like former marine, professional body builder fit. And he's a nice, smart guy too. I don't want to date him, talk to him, or flirt with him. But he smiles at me. And not the creepy lech smile I normally get. And I'd like to smile back and feel like well, hello there. Instead what I feel is oh my god don't look at me. This is one of those guys, ladies. Every woman would think this is a good looking guy. And he's looking at me. I will take more of that for a dollar please. I will take a large bucket of more of that with a side of more of that. And I will be back tomorrow for even more. It's like a high five in my sex drive.
It's almost summertime. Things are going to get better. For all of you. I know some of you are going through hard times. Time to get jiggy. Because F-IT, that's why. And you know what F-ing it leads to? FIT. When I make people laugh, I feel good. When my student learns something I taught them, I feel good. When I can see that I made someone's day brighter, I feel good again. When I turn someone's head I feel good, unless their head starts rotating and it's followed by comments. You know the ones. No guys. Just stop it. Ssh. Quiet time.
I'm ready to get fit again so I can swing those hips as I walk. Right now they swing even when I'm standing still. That's no bueno. That's too much Taco Bell. Yo quiero Taco Bell. You see? I speak the language of love. And I know that pheromones, and sexual attraction can get Pish back to Posh.
What gets you feeling confident and good about yourself?
Want to be jiggy jiggy, instead of jiggly-wiggly? Join up, every Thursday with the Get Fit! blog hop ... learn more here.
Summer is on its way and I need to face the music - mentally, professionally, and physically. I mean, I like muffins, but not that much and not on my hips. I want to get jiggy, not jiggly.
We all need to feel sexually attractive. We are animals. We need to remember that we are alive. Feeling attractive reminds you that you feel attraction. After a long winter of depression, after challenging financial, professional, personal, and emotional situations, after a long and sad love relationship coming to an end, it is important to remember that I feel. I've grown so numb.
Feeling sexy burns calories. If you're doing it right. It puts a kick in your step, a little extra swing of the hips, and it's a natural endorphin, with the good chemicals - dopamine and so on. When you feel sexy, you want to be stronger. You run on red-bull and sexual adrenaline. And I'm just being honest with you. I am not perfect looking. I have my flaws, trust me. But I've always been told I am interesting looking. It's part of my thing.
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Can you remember when you felt strong? Sexy? Smart? Your best? Well, ahole that it is, depression kills that thing. Depression tells you that nothing feels as good as eating, drinking, laying around, hiding under the bed, wearing sweat pants, and masquerading in flab. And I'm coming out of my depression and I want to feel myself again. Not literally, Divinyls singer you sexay little beezie.
Feeling sexy makes you wonder. What could happen? The future seems wider, brighter somehow. It has nothing to do with another person. It's seeing yourself differently because you listen to your positive voices instead of your negative ones. Anyone who tells you they don't feel great when they notice people thinking they look interesting is flat out full of the monkey poop. We are animals and we are meant to attract mates.
I don't want to date. Or mate. No dating, not mating, no making of the papier mache-ing. I'm not ready for that. My heart hurts. I don't want a fling. I don't really even want to talk or have a flirtation. I just want to feel like I could. I want to feel like I could get jiggy (and then shoot myself for being such a dork. I'm sorry. I'm really white, despite the skin). Y'all know what I mean. I just want to punch depression in the face.
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Smiling Burns Happy Calories. So there's this guy at the gym. He reminds me of Will Smith. Yes. Like that. But more so. He is fit. Like former marine, professional body builder fit. And he's a nice, smart guy too. I don't want to date him, talk to him, or flirt with him. But he smiles at me. And not the creepy lech smile I normally get. And I'd like to smile back and feel like well, hello there. Instead what I feel is oh my god don't look at me. This is one of those guys, ladies. Every woman would think this is a good looking guy. And he's looking at me. I will take more of that for a dollar please. I will take a large bucket of more of that with a side of more of that. And I will be back tomorrow for even more. It's like a high five in my sex drive.
It's almost summertime. Things are going to get better. For all of you. I know some of you are going through hard times. Time to get jiggy. Because F-IT, that's why. And you know what F-ing it leads to? FIT. When I make people laugh, I feel good. When my student learns something I taught them, I feel good. When I can see that I made someone's day brighter, I feel good again. When I turn someone's head I feel good, unless their head starts rotating and it's followed by comments. You know the ones. No guys. Just stop it. Ssh. Quiet time.
I'm ready to get fit again so I can swing those hips as I walk. Right now they swing even when I'm standing still. That's no bueno. That's too much Taco Bell. Yo quiero Taco Bell. You see? I speak the language of love. And I know that pheromones, and sexual attraction can get Pish back to Posh.
What gets you feeling confident and good about yourself?
Want to be jiggy jiggy, instead of jiggly-wiggly? Join up, every Thursday with the Get Fit! blog hop ... learn more here.
52 comments:
I always feel most confident when I work out. The endorphines make me happy. Happy makes me want to ... get jiggy with it. And if I get a bit of a natural tan, all the better.
Working out--particularly outside. That's an accomplishment just for me that I can feel.
Losing weight is nice in the numbers, but getting an appraising look from a sane-looking woman once in a blue moon does a lot more to lighten the load than that.
In the meantime, which can be forever, you adapt to what you have to and hope you aren't sealing yourself off from happiness.
I need some forward motion and some sunlight will help, too. Sleep, too. Got it:
Sleeping in a sunbeam while someone else drives the car to somewhere I've always wanted to go.
I need to write a post about how we are all cats. What is it about Sunbeams? Am I the only one who comes home from an errand on a weekend, and it's nice and warm, and you pull up to the driveway and just don't want to get out? Maybe sleeping would be nice, right there?
That's so sweet, I love your happy place. I hope you get it soon. It's like being safe in a warm cocoon, everything resting, knowing you'll wake up and it will be even better. I hope you get more of that, and less of adapting. You're doing enough adapting already. Sunbeams.
Yes I love the natural tan because it feels warmer, and I love being outside, and it's just all part of the happy-making :) Thanks for visiting!!
The laughter. The laughter makes me something.
Yes I bet that is a rush standing on stage like that! I could TOTALLY do that too except that it would be laughing at me not with me because I showed up to school with no clothes on or something. I could never do what you do. That takes talent!!
And women find funny men sexy. Fact. Also, if you watch a woman, when she finds a man physically attractive she will do two things. She will play with her hair or somehow touch herself or you on the arm, and she will LAUGH MORE even if the dude isn't funny.
The blue eyebrows make me think interesting thoughts.
Gonzo love?
Oh god. I think I know what you mean. I'm such a female. All I saw were the toned arms that I don't have anymore. I should probably change the photo.
I really need to get back to the gym- that does make me feel better.
When i was younger, or maybe as little as about 5 or 6 years ago, i struggled with shyness. To the point where people thought that i was stuck up because i'd rather hide in the corner than chat with someone. I didn't like that so i started to force myself to interact. Turns out, when i am who i can be, people like me a bit and that in turn makes me feel good. We all want to look really good. "i'll do that thing as soon as i lose 5 more pounds." Screw the pounds, do the thing or you're going to miss out. The pounds will disappear easier when you feel better about yourself.......i think. :)
I say you swing those hips anyway. It's all in the attitude, and if you're rocking it in your mind, everything else will follow. There's a reason hot gym guy is smiling at you, Pish, smile back!!
Working out always makes me feel confident. And perfume, which sounds silly, but it's true. I can have tangled hair and no makeup, as long as I smell good!!
Do the thing?
I have struggled with shyness all my life. When this guy jogged past me last night and smiled I waved hello and ran away. I know people like me when they get to know me, and I do have to over-compensate for my shyness. It's just who I am at this point though, I can't turn it on or off.
I guess what I'm saying is there is a real link between my emotional strength and my physical strength. My squishy flabbiness reflects my depression. As I grow strong physically I grow back into myself mentally and emotionally too.
I am a physical, sensual person. When that's not there, it affects and reflects my emotional state.
Yes. Do the thing. The thing that scares the heck out of you. The thing that we make excuses to not do. It makes you stronger and you need that to get off the couch in the first place, at least i do. Sexy grows from that.
I believe we are our worst critics. So much worth is put on outward appearances. Just from your blog, I can tell, you are smart, funny, loyal. Qualities that are sexy. Depression can eat you alive, don't let it. Fight back. Smile back, wear something sexy under your gym clothes!
Rock on with your jiggy self! No really...rock it! Dancing is such a great way to get and feel fit and it helps with all those endorphin thingies you were talking about :-) As someone who has been through death and then divorce and now a major job change, FEELING like I look good makes all the difference!
I think the reason he smiled is because he's super friendly :) He smiles at everyone.
Great advice! What's the thing that scares me... being jobless with no income, finishing a real story or screenplay, talking to the cute guy, opening up again to any other human.
I believe you are right! Thank you for the nice thing you said about my other qualities :) Yes depression is a terrible thing and I am trying! I don't have anything sexy but I look forward to the day when I can buy something sexy :)
Yes I just want to feel that mood! Feel pumped up enough to dance and be silly and light and bouncy and not dark inside.
Once I start going I eventually feel better. It's that hump of going the first few times.
I'm too far behind on everything, right now, to even be able to think like that.
>sigh<
I feel the EXACT same way... I used to be so happy, in shape, and full of myself, in a good way. Now, the depression just takes over and it's so hard to overcome it some, most days to even get myself to the gym anymore. Thanks for posting this and reminding me that I'm NOT alone. I can beat the depression and feel better about myself!! You go get jiggy with!!
Depression is a bastardly bastard. It's the worst. Glad you're on the move. I've been struggling the past couple of months and am just now getting my shit together. It's a hideous time.
Depression really does suck the life out of...life. This is really a great post. I really need to reboot my sex drive, too, and agree that being all-around fit does wonders. I am being sure to get exercise pretty regularly and that is helping. Now working on the other areas...again :P
I love this post, everything you said is so right on. Is it the winter? The economy? Is there something in the air? I don't know what the hell it is, but there seems to be a lot more depressed, unhappy people around. And I am one of them. But I am committed (no, I don't mean it like that) to get better damn it! I don't want to feel like this anymore. I want joy, bliss, happiness. I know it's in there somewhere. I think together we can do this. We have to.
Procrastinate the easy ones, like jobless & poor.
I suspect that having a passive happy place shouldn't be my whole motivation.
Chicks dig guys with plans, even questionable ones, and it is better to try and fail than blah blah blah.
Eh, maybe tomorrow.
Ok, here is your long awaited answer to the burning question. We own a restaurant. Lots of families and church people are customers. We have an open kitchen and had a cook with a very nasty mouth. He treated everyone terribly and talked down to me. My husband had threatened to fire him many times for his behavior and he had offended a few people in his time working with us but he was a very good cook and good help is hard to find so I tried to be understanding. He and his co-workers liked to swear (I swear as well but NOT at work) (but if I do, it isn't the F word) and I had told him to watch his mouth or I would wash it out with soap. He told another cook to F*ck off and loudly. I went back to the kitchen and told him to grab the soap. He dared me to do it with the bottle of Dawn in his hand so I did it. It came out fast and he started laughing and said "that wasn't so bad" about the time it started making a nice foam mountain in his mouth. Rinse, barf, repeat. Get it? My husband got mad at me because he said it was mean but I had warned him and he was lucky he didn't get punched. (the employee)
The guy was 25 years old and a punk. He now works for another restaurant that we go to and we get along fine. He straightened out a bit.
HAHA!! Omg that is one of the funniest stories I've ever heard! I just had the weirdest images of what you could have meant because of my crazy imagination and now that you explain it makes WAY more sense :) That's really ballsy and I love it. He was totally asking for it. Thanks for sharing!! :)
I agree!! I don't want to feel so trapped anymore!! There is happiness out there and inside us. Let's find it!
Good luck!! Depression is like a mean bully!! You can fight it :)
I'm sorry. I sympathize with you totally, it's been a hard time here. But I'm sick of letting all this bad stuff win. I hope you conquer it too!
You're totally not alone. YOU go get jiggy with it. I know how it is hard sometimes to do anything but comfort and retreat, believe me. But I'm ultimately going to feel SO much better when I feel fit and strong in all ways.
Losing weight is SO HARD! I'm such a face-crammer. I could eat donuts All. Day. Long. You are so fabulous for going to the gym!
I am having issues trying to post comments on your blog... have no clue if you got my comment on this post earlier..... thanks
Let's not get excited. I'm a big time face crammer. Like, instead of beer right now, because I want a beer so bad, I'm eating anything on hand. So far I've had cheezits, a tomato, and a popsicle. Just to shove something in my face :)
No I didn't :( I wrote to Disquis and asked about it.
looks like no one else is having issues. but I haven't been able to comment on your blog in awhile. I will keep trying. and thanks....
by the way..I love this post. and I am sorry to hear of your struggles AND the ending of a relationship. In a way I envy you at the chance to start over again. I would love to. First thing I would do is work on ME.....not worry bout anyone else! Depression can rob a person of everything. I too feel numb. I forget who I am! Good luck to you! We all want to feel sexy, right?
What happens? Like there's no option or it won't let you log in or what?
I wish I had something to say. I know you feel stuck and trapped. I wish you could un-trap yourself somehow. If you wish you could start over again, maybe you can?
I wish with all my heart that you could do something to remind you of who you are and make you feel happy and alive.
Travel? New job? Time to yourself? Doing something utterly crazy and fun? Doing something you're really good at that others need?
Testing it out...
It appears to have just worked on my phone..... I will have to try later on my laptop. By the way, have you noticed that cindy's stamping cafe blog no longer exists? Do you have a clue what happened?
I'm afraid that is true to some degree. Just really some sort of zest for life.
But all I really want is a guy who is happy with himself and enjoys making me happy too.
hey what is your email? email me at thepishposh at gmail dot com and I'll tell you about the Stamping Cafe!
I'll call that a start.
I honestly have never felt sexy. I may have felt great when I dressed well back when I was in France, but never sexy. Something that makes me feel confident is knowing that I've lost weight, that I have a good hairdo and that I've applied my make-up well. :P
Once I found my voice on my blog and started getting a lot of good feedback, it gave me confidence boost that carries on into my personal life. Add to that the ongoing thing with Red, knowing that someone cares about me and is attracted to me and I felt even better. It all works together.
i sent you an email....but I'm at robinlynn65@yahoo.com
I hear that, Brett. I feel incredible knowing that people want to read the stuff coming out of my brain.
Yes, I know just what you mean! Me too and thanks in part to you!!
Oh Barb. Is it maybe because Trainer Barb has always been yelling in your ear? I want you to feel sexy!!
How long were you in France?
"Why? Because Fuck You - that's why." I love that.
I'm finally getting this single thing down. Like you, I also want to feel sexy without dating or mating. I want to feel powerful and respected for the person I am, not for my Kung-Fu grip vagina... not because I buy into the Western ideal of beauty, and not because I need some guy in my life. I want to feel sexy, powerful, and respected because I'm a sexy, powerful woman who does things worthy of respect.
What I find interesting is that the physical stuff is my last task in getting back to myself. I needed to get right with myself about a shit-ton of things before I cared about how much cheese I was eating or beer I was drinking.
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