Cupid Bow Mouth

Just to confirm that I am a big old dork. You know, just in case you had forgotten.

I have Spin class twice a week. It's a pretty brutal workout. I started taking them about three years ago. January 8th was my first day back after a hiatus from the gym that lasted October through December. I gained 10 lbs and have since resolved to lose twenty-three.

So, as I huff and puff and swear my way through class, when I am convinced that I'm going to give up and walk out at any minute, when I am absolutely positive that there is no way that I'll survive another hill climb and my legs are desperate to slow down AND I've resorted to mouth breathing -- I have a mantra. Two mantras actually. I say to myself "What would Buffy Do?" No not really. Actually what I recite to myself, sometimes out loud when things are really dire and I'm exhausted and asking myself why the hell do I put myself through the torture and I should just go home and resign myself to lovehandles and a beer gut, is "Strong Like An Amazon."

Thank you Joss for that line. It's gotten me through many a spin class, not to mention weight training and 45 mins. of cardio on the elliptical machine.

Fandom, you too deserve a big ole thank you! Most especially Zara Helma for writing that one Connor fic back when the Five Things Challenge was shiny and new. Because when I'm racing to the finish line, imagining all sorts of people waiting for me on the other side -- Friends, Family, tkp, chrisleeoctaves, thawrecka, diochrony (bet you guys didn't know you were an active part of my workout routine) -- then I chant Fitter. Happier. More Productive. I know it's a line from a Radiohead song, but I never would have known of it's fabulousness without Zara Helma. It's an inspiring line even if it's context within the song and the fic aren't always.

I really need to get T-shirts made.

There has, in very recent posts, been a marked change in the nature of my LJ. This change will continue. If you haven't figured out what the difference is, let me point out an interest in meta-text, sub-text, politics and the academic. More thinky type thoughts.

The difference is tied to why I opened an LJ and my initial reactions to such a varied interactive community.

( LJ, Fandom, Experience and Intent )

The Tally thus far

I want to write, but I seem to be having difficulties. Maybe it's time to find a new fandom. *sigh*

Looking at all the fic I've written over the years, it all looks pretty slim, the pickings, thus far, are:

53 Total Fic
24 BtVS
6 Angel
3 Firefly
2 Farscape
2 Roswell
19 drabbles

subdivided, we have:
8 Willow
6 Dawn
2 Xander
3 Buffy
2 Riley
1 Faith
1 Spike
3 Angel
1 Darla
1 Wesley
1 Tara
3 River (Love Song only pretends to be Mal/Kaylee)
2 John
1 Kyle
1 Liz
1 other

The drabbles fall as such:
11 BtVS
2 Angel
4 Firefly
2 Farscape

subdivided as:
1 Anya
1 Xander
1 Willow/Xander
3 Buffy
3 Dawn
1 Faith
1 Connor
1 Fred
2 John
3 River
1 Wash
1 other

When I'm in shape, going to the gym, running, weight training, pilates, etc, Mama Coodah says that I look like a brickhouse.

Yooouuu know! Like the song.

Although, Mama Coodah is my cousin, so she has to say things like that. Only I do believe it's true. When in control, I have a rather cute hourglass figure. However, it has currently run amok due to my severe avoidance of all things aerobic, so that, at the moment, I am pretty much just a house.

I am also PMS'ing. Which means that currently my jeans are too tight because of my crazy bloated belly and my shirt is too small because of the swollen boobs. Now, the boobs look good, but going up a cup size once a month is not exactly fun. I made the mistake of trying to buy a bra last month right before my period and the sale's girl measured me into a D!!!! Me!!

Little ole me in a D. I was mortified.

So, now, I am bloated and swollen and have an obnoxious craving for fried, salty foods and Coca-Cola.

I am squat rather than curvy and my face looks like the Alaskan cast after the Exxon Valdez.

Help me. Help me, please.

oyceter on compliments.

Personally, I always feel the need to explain. Explain what? I hardly know. But, there it is, this driving need to say: oh, thank you. my eyes are not this color, they're contacts. or glad you like the story, i was really hoping to convey buffy's deep and abiding hatred of pound puppies.

What is that all about?