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  • I hate front closures anyways. Makes it hard to adjust things to fit in there without popping the closure.
    Boss can go fuck himself. I'm not doing work on a fucking holiday because he can't schedule worth a fuck.
    Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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    • That sucks the boss wants you to work on a holiday.

      I don't like front closure bras either. I think they make the girls look less natural.
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      • Not so much that he wants me to or expects me to as he assigned an impossible deadline because he doesn't know reality from his ass.
        Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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        • In regards to food, weight, and shape:
          I've been eating grain free, aside from white rice a couple times a week. I've been mostly dairy free, aside from the odd trip to Fourbucks and weekly froyo. No legumes at all. Not through any particular attempt, aside from Sundays with the in-laws- I occasionally hafta buy a zuke on the way there. I've been eating what sounds good and grains haven't (aside from white rice.)
          In response to this kick, my body has shifted. My waist is definitely smaller, my hips and ass are within the 1/2- 1" wobble of measurement that's normal for me. My boobs and ribcage are roughly the same. My thighs don't seem to have shrunk any, not that I ever really care about that. My pants do fit better, as do my shirts. Pants I struggled to button a few weeks ago button with ease now. Shirts that were painted on a week ago are comfortably fitted now.
          I know I have a seasonal size wobble of roughly a half size (larger in the winter.) I think that's natural for me, as I always have had that. I want to think that's winter famine/ summer feast body thoughts, where it hangs on to all it can get in the winter and knows it can always get more in the summer.
          I also understand the female body doesn't fully mature until roughly the age I am now (28.) I wonder if this fight I've been fighting has been more of a body maturity thing, where it's been shifting from pubescent to adult. I think some of it has been fat to lose, but most of it has been fighting my body while it did it's job.
          Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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          • The body maturity idea makes sense and I'm sure primal-style eating helps with that too. I think a lot of us underestimate how hard it can be to actually listen to our bodies. There's a lot of, "Why aren't you doing what I want you to?" instead of, "What am I doing wrong that is making you unhappy?"
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            • At 28, I was humongous so I have nothing to say about that. However, I ran into a dear friend Friday who says I am looking more mature facially. I kind of wonder if facially, I'm looking comfortable in my own skin? At first, I thought he meant I'm starting to look old?
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              • Mature doesn't necessarily mean old. It means you look more comfortable in your own skin and happier in yourself.
                Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                • Originally posted by namelesswonder View Post
                  The body maturity idea makes sense and I'm sure primal-style eating helps with that too. I think a lot of us underestimate how hard it can be to actually listen to our bodies. There's a lot of, "Why aren't you doing what I want you to?" instead of, "What am I doing wrong that is making you unhappy?"
                  I kinda wonder if that's part of what's happening with you as well, in terms of shift. Your body may still be coming into full bloom.
                  Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                  • Relaxing on foods that I shouldn't necessarily eat has certainly helped, I can tell you that much! The jeans I bought 2.5 years ago to accommodate for some extra flub now fit even better (after shrinking out of them and then growing back into them) due to muscle gain or redistribution of some kind. Thank Grok for squats!
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                    • Yeah, I hear you. That's why I've relaxed on rice. While I'm not actively avoiding dairy, I'm also not seeking it out. Cheese just hasn't sounded good recently and I rarely consume any other form of dairy.
                      Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                      • I have a dilemma. A very close friend of mine is sinknig deeper into depression. His girlfriend relayed a generified version of what she'd noticed so I could help. While I have noticed some signs, he hasn't actively shown enough of them for me to be justified to help based on those. He has major trust issues, and pushing about the depression has backfired on me before. I'm more than willnig to help him, but I don't want to approach him too early or the wrong way on it, nor do I want him to brush me off. Girlfriend is going to try to gently point out that I'm here for him if he doesn't want to involve her, but I want to reach out myself as well. Ive been in that hole, but don't remember how people were able to lower a ladder without me chewing them out.
                        Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                        • Ergh, I know that feeling. Hulky was a ladder-chewer . I tend to send out feelers for help and feel like I'm getting it nowhere (part of it is not asking the right people or not asking efficiently). I don't know how in touch you are with this friend on a regular basis. If it wouldn't seem too unusual, just reaching out the feelers to see how he's doing, maybe make plans if possible, is a good first step. Do you think he'd be too skeptical from just that?
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                          • He's part of Saturday game night. He wasn't as vibrant as usual, or as active. He can overread things, so I'm trying to be cautious.
                            Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                            • Yeah, tomorrow. Because you're my only damn client and I can pull this shit out of my ass. How politely can I tell you to go to hell and wait in line?
                              Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                              • Yes, I'm here. Just haven't had much to say. Been mostly primal, except for a splurge night and pizza last night. Geek wants me to test a theory, so I had a slice of sourdough bread a few minutes ago. Tonight's dinner is steak, pepper poppers, and salad.
                                My house got it's weekly cleaning earlier, just waiting for Geek to get up so I can vacuum. The jungle I call a front yard has been tamed.
                                I went perfume shopping. I've been loosely hunting for a new one for a few months now, but decided to really hunt today. Found one I like, amidst all the girly, froufrou flowery shit and "clean" smells and fruity crap. I pretty much went up to the lady and said "I have a feeling what I'm looking for may not be a woman's smell, but maybe you can help me." She had me try a few that had overly sharp top notes (I hate a sharp note in my perfume anywhere. Spicy, yes, sharp, no.) I then told her what I used to wear and she made a beeline for the one I chose: Bulgari Jasmin Noir. It has all the right notes and a musky, spicy background.
                                Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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