Tuesday, 10 March 2009
Liquid Meditation and Avoiding The Cannibals
Showers happen every day. Yes. There is always that one shower though that does more than clean your tootsies, it cleans your soul.
Well, not completely, but you walk feeling squeaky clean inside and out and chipper enough to get bruised up and bullied again before the next shower.
These magical showers usually happen for me in the evening, when the purpose is not to be clean for something, but just to feel clean. You put on some music, turn off the lights, and the gray light of winter comes in and says, "What up, girl. You are all alone. This is your moment. Now dance."
And I do. I move in the semi-darkness and feel happy and scrub-a-dub-dub. Feels good.
I love being clean. And as Summer approaches Cleanliness and Getting Fit are moving to the Top of my never ending: Needs Improvement List.
Summer in the City can be awful if don't know how to work it. I need the right products to keep me feeling good, because there is nothing worse then feeling like shit on a hot, stinky day.
I also can't bare to have this little bit of Mac Flab around my hips and stomach, it just does not feel right.
I don't mean to alarm anyone, but I would like to go back to when I was a ballet dancer and working hard. My dancer teacher grabbed me by the arm mid-plie and said, "Stop losing weight." And I loved it.
I was still eating and lazing about, but the daily exercise was enough to shrink any of the holiday weight I had to simply skin and bones. I like skin. And bones. And eating. Never fear, I love eating. I just need to work out more. I don't want to be a rake, I just don't want any of this extra meat.
I do not plan to be eaten.
Love The Necessity of Light, Loose Clothing and a Fruit Cup.