Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Packing, Puerto Rico and Padding

It’s no secret that I’ve put on considerable weight in the last 18 months. Long before I bought the tickets to Puerto Rico, I knew I wanted to do something about my size – for my mental health if nothing else – and started back at the gym a little over two weeks ago. Needless to say, I’ve lost less than 5 lbs, mainly because I added exercise to my daily regimen, but I never changed my diet. To keep it real, I wanted to maintain some “thickness” and I thought that if I modified my diet and also added exercise, the weight loss would be pretty drastic. As it turns out, 40 ain’t just a number folks! A man with my previous metabolism easily dropped 10 lbs in two weeks by just hitting the gym. Well, as I began trying on clothes for my pack to Puertorro, I realized that NOTHING – no exaggeration here – NOTHING fit me anymore! Bathing suits that currently grace my Facebook pages or appeared on my blog barely come over my knees and virtually all those HOT summer pants with the slightly sheer air, now threaten to sever me at the thighs. To be clear, no previously worn bottoms can come over my hips and behind and certainly nothing can meet at the waist and button. At first the complete horror of it had me panic. BD squirmed as I cussed and jumped around like a sausage on springs. He’s always supportive, but it’s hard to call a bathing suit a liar; it was clear I was “swole”! I wanted to start a full-scale bonfire of bootylicious attire in the middle of my bedroom floor, but I accepted my reality. I’ve now purchased a few outfits to wear while in Puerto Rico for the next week, but intend to modify my diet AND hit the gym hard when I return from beaching myself in Puerto Rico. I have hope that I will be NYC beach ready by summer. I don’t think that I’m bothered about being heavy, I’m more concerned with the realization that my body feels so drastically different – from the outside and the inside (no pun intended). If I could literally slice off my love handles and belly I would probably be alright. Well, life goes on. The young become the old and the thin get a little chunk butt going. LOL In a BIG PICTURE kind of way, I’m blessed…I have a beautiful family, an amazing partner , a gorgeous son and love that abounds. Part of my padding is love…for that, I’m grateful.

Keep passin’ the open windows…

6 comments:

EsLocura said...

you are gonna call me when you get to the island, right? ya sabes que no estoy muy lejos de caguas. about the body thing, getting old sucks but loving yourself, love handles and all never gets old : ) besos

Caspar608 said...

^^^^^

Hi Essie!!!!

Look, Cocoa.
Quit being so hard on yourself.
Either you buy or girdle or opt for a high colonic and get rid of 15 punds of gunk in one hour...
Pa, you have the son living at home with you now. Couple that with a beautful man and a whole lot of delish boricua cooking going on (because we KNOW you ca take care of home, man and little one), your body is bound to reflect a whole lotta love.

Be easy baby. You have love, the handles are the proof.

Love, Cas

Cocoa Rican said...

Nena...hit me up on e-mail para darte mi numero de telefono!

Cocoa Rican said...

Cas...did I tell ya' I love ya'...
I want you to drive me to Celebrity Fit Club and run like the dickens!

Caspar608 said...

uh, no. I will stay there and get fit with you.

Tim said...

My PR brotha -

I'm here to tell you...you're not the only one that is suffering from the "thickness" blues...

I started hitting up the gym (yet again), and I'm here to tell you, with dedication and hard work, you'll be able to fit those bathing suits again in no time.

Stay Blessed.