Writing my blog exposes where I am in my psychological evolution and fuckery on any given day. And writing at the speed of sound isn’t wise. But it’s the paradigm we, as bloggers, are given.
For instance I wrote all about deciding not to lose weight. I did a heartfelt video on loving your body now. I thought I’d permanently defeated the pervasive skullduggery of advertising’s war against women. Then I was sitting in my dermatologist’s office for a skin thing when she noticed I carry all my fat in my belly.
She said, “You carry all your fat in your belly.”
My cheeks flushed red. I wasn’t wrong, someone did notice my tummy. Then she mentioned I’d be a perfect candidate for cool sculpting, which, in laymen’s terms, is fat freezing.
(BTW this isn’t a sponsored post — I paid to be frozen. When it happened my face looked exactly like Hans Solo’s when Darth Vader had him frozen in carbonite)
Before I knew it my little tummy became the focus for all my extra-curricular attention. When I wasn’t mulling all of the great issues of the day — Hurricane Sandy, the election, the possibility of getting a flesh-eating virus while ziplining through the jungles of Costa Rica – which I have no plans to do, but you never know — I was pondering my tummy.
I asked my tummy, “Why must you take all of my fat? Can’t you spread it around more evenly, like, maybe, more boobs?” My tummy did not reply. She simply lounged zaftigly on her velvet divan (my pubic mound) and absorbed all the chocolate I’d allowed past my lips.
Cut to: Me — like an incarcerated former beauty queen turned grifter — pinioned into a reclining chair at the dermatologist’s office with a massive vacuum sucking device clamped around my tummy. It. Freaking. Hurt. Ouch!!
It was like that scene in Prometheus (an admittedly bad film) where the oddly cheek-boned Noomi Rapace gives herself a cesarean with a machine to get the gestating alien out of her womb. I apologized to my tummy for accosting it in such an undignified way. But my vanity won out. What if this fat freezing thing works??
I’m almost three weeks out from having my tummy fat frozen and it looks exactly the same. Also, I can’t stop eating. I’m not sure what the psychology is behind this except to say that perhaps my tummy has organized a coup d’ etat with my ass and thighs and is borrowing their fat cells as hers die off, causing me to be extra hungry.
On a more serious note. Side effects. Extreme emotionality after the fat freezing. I was a wreck, tearful, and fraught with self-recrimination. Then two days later my tummy hurt like a gutshot Confederate soldier. Instead of screaming, “Save my tummy, save my tummmyyyyy!” I was screaming, “Just cut it off. For the love of God doc, cut it off!”
So as you can see, I’m a hero with clay feet.
Still trying to assess the difference between beauty maintenance and beauty baloney. It’s a fine line I walk, ladies and gents. But I’m happy to share it with you. Many of you will say — Get a life! To which I humbly ask … what part of your body do you obsess about I know you do, even if you are mad scientists bent upon ruling the world with your diabolical minions, there’s a wayward ear that troubles you, an ingrown toenail, a lazy eye. I want to know about it alllllll!
BTW, I’m still the same 140 lbs. I’ve been for the last six years. My body knows where it wants to be and it’s not interested in giving up wine or chocolate … or crusty bread. Shit. I’m hungry again.
P.S. An update. Does Coolsculpting work? The answer is yes. The fat in my stomach is notably diminished after three treatments. Yes, I admit it. Three. However, the other answer to does Coolsculpting work is no, because I’ve noticed a re-balancing of my fat in my inner thigh region. The truth is I don’t mind it. In fact, I think it’s kind of sexy, but ladies and gents, unless you diet that fat has got to go somewhere and it will absolutely find a new home.
Hope this is helpful to fellow Vaintresses.
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