Interestingly enough I don't really look my weight, most haven't got a clue as to how much more I probably weigh than they can guess. Some of that is because I still have considerable muscle on my arms and calves from being more active in the past and of late, wielding a variety of hammers in silversmithing and being an avid walker when I was a livestock broker. Oh, don't get me wrong...it is pretty obvious I am no "Twiggy" (reference of a runway model that was the first of the "anorexic waif" look)that thank sanity was given up by the 80's.
Of course my perfect diet is plenty of meat, fruit and some greens with an occasional serving of grain, berries and yogurt about every third day, that and lots of dancing.
In the past when I had an actual sex life...THAT is what works best of course. The whole package of sensuality and sexual intimacy...You get a triple whammy that way. The sensuality gets the metabolism warmed up and the engines reved, bringing the body temperature up and burning more calories. The intimacy gives an emotional input that increases the feeling of well being. And the actual sexual exercise burns up all kinds of calories and stretches and contracts muscles in a much more pleasant manner than other workouts. With me, I really don't like to eat during the whole process, unless somehow it is worked into the project in some creative way. But the last thing on my mind in this area is filling my stomach with food, not with my other appetites woken up and seeking satiation.
I know there are men out there that appreciate sturdy women. I have known many personally. (And biblically.) One drop dead gorgeous individual who was rather "enthusiastic and energetic" about love making said that he was always afraid he would break a more fragile woman. I know there are some fetishes having to do with thicker body parts on women and I have met some of them as well. Although it has always felt strange being the object of a fetish. And still each generation of men seems to be cranking out just as many of these preferences as they always have.
Now that I have dropped a second pant size I am thinking that maybe this is not a false alarm and I won't hit some obnoxious platuea next month and not be able to slim down anymore. It seems to be consistant and I am surely not trying to do anything to stand in its way.
At one point in my life I had lopped on the weight subconsciously like armor to keep a buffer zone between myself and the world...mainly men. But whatever fears began then are either worked out or I just don't care if I become a female preditor anymore. I would hope that I have mustered enough maturity not to take advantage just because I can. Either way I have reached a point in my life where if I were to continue to be as I was a year ago I would be taking chances with my health. And if I must take my life in my hands I would rather do it in a much more pleasant manner. Besides as armor to protect either me or them, it wasn't working. I was still going out with younger men in spite of my size, age and unique personality.
The only thing I am worried about now is if at some point in my losing weight should I be worried that I will actually be too thin for the fetishes and the rougher sort and still too thick for the others? Hmmm...what a dilema!
Ok so that was wishful thinking...and I have found less energy to go out dancing these days...so I am seriously considering trying to find the private time to start a regine of stretching exercises to make up for it. Well, we will see.