Fitness Journal: Day 30


Prompt: New weight/measurements! How do you feel? Are you going to continue to get healthier? What are you plans for next month?

Well, my weight is right back where it was some 30 days ago, thanks to the holidays. I did not gorge or eat a bunch of foods I should not have been eating (except for Christmas breakfast). Because everyone was home for two weeks, I ate more frequently and larger meals than I would have if home alone.

While I’m disappointed, I’m not crushed. I made the choice to begin this, prior to the holiday season, knowing it could backfire. Yes, I gained back a couple of pounds (and that really is all we’re talking about here) but I also got back into the habit of exercising every day. I missed only two days the entire time, and one of them was Christmas day, so there is that.

I will continue to do my thing, in the way I’m doing it. It’s proven to work, when I stick with it. Additionally, I’m physically well enough to resume waist training. I have my new trainer in hand and have begun seasoning it.

My final goal is 20″, which for me will be a 7″ reduction. I know this is attainable. When I had to stop for medical reasons, unrelated to training, I was already 22″. Now, I’m … well … let’s just say I’m not at 22″ anymore. I have to gain back that ground and gain those two additional inches. I know that once I’m at 22″, it’s going to take a very long time to get the last two. I’m okay with that, as long as I do get them eventually.

Letting Go

I read this post today and it got me thinking.

I’ve been having a heck of time lately. This not being able to train thing is really fucking with me. Some of it is hormonal, I know. Most of it is me obsessing about when I’ll be able to get back to it, complicated by the worry that my muscle memory will be gone and it will feel like I’m starting all over again.

I’ve decided to let it go. Obsessing about it will not have me resuming training any quicker. It is, in fact, making how I feel about the whole thing worse. Not having a specific Officially Healed date to count on is also fucking with me. I don’t do uncertainty well at all.

I have somehow linked training to my connection with You. That’s just plain silly. We were who we are before I began training. We did not cease to be who we are because I’m on hiatus from this one act.

A very long time ago a wise man said It is not what we do but how we feel. I forgot that somewhere along the way. I’m putting the glass down.

Today I am grateful for: Benadryl
Today’s funny moment:
Training: none
Water: 4 liters +3 ounces
Corset: not worn – numb thigh

Flog this

I am in desperate need of a thorough flogging. I would settle for an equally thorough spanking. I also wouldn’t mind some biting. As long as I’m dreaming, I’d like several marks that will last more than a couple of days.


Today I am grateful for: patience
Today’s funny moment: Homosexual M&Ms
Training: none
Water: 4 liters
Corset: not worn – numb thigh / I AM wearing a corset tomorrow night regardless of the state of my stupid freaking thigh. It’s had a week to heal. I’m done waiting.

Inch by Inch

The leather corset arrived as scheduled today. It is very well made and very tiny. Unfortunately, the modesty panel is about two inches smaller than it normally would be and I need it to be about two inches larger than normal. I can’t get it closed to the end of the panel yet. I’m hoping that will come once it’s seasoned. For now I’ll tuck the panel off to the side. I may end up taking it to my seamstress and having her install a larger one. At this point it’s not suitable for public wear because of the hideous off-kilter gap.

I’ve begun the slow process of breaking it in properly, though what I really want to do is never take it off. It’s just as well since I still have a patch of numbness on my right thigh from Saturday and I really shouldn’t be wearing a corset at all, even for the short periods required for seasoning.

My first lace-in of the new corset was 24 inches and my cycling 30 minutes later was 23 inches. I do believe that once it has been broken in I can achieve Our 22 inch goal in a few weeks time. I sincerely doubt that 18 inches will ever happen … I’m even a bit skeptical about 20. I look at it this way … I never saw myself hitting 22. Que sera sera.

Today I am grateful for: cat therapy
Today’s funny moment: Mind your ankles. He thinks he’s a stud.
Training: none
Water: 4 liters
Corset: 24 and 23