When I first married Dragon, we went to the gym several times a week. He worked me hard. 150 lbs was a lot for a girl that didn't weigh 110. The gym was our time together.
We worked every part of our bodies. Back, chest, arms, and legs. Dragon sculpted my body like a master. The muscles I developed seem to eat what little fat I had.
Gone. Little by little
Fast forward several years. Make that over 20
We are both out of shape and over weight. Both of us know we are well past our prime. My body won't win any contests or even finish a race. Our goal isn't to pass a pt test or impress the guys at the fire department.
Our goal is simple.
To be healthy. To get our weight under control, increase flexibility and move. We both have chronic health issues. We both struggle but we are still trying.
Every time we go to the gym, I smile. I remember those early days of our marriage. Our love for each other was blooming. Today our bodies are wearing out. Other people probably don't see us as good looking. But I know what I see when I look at him. I see the man I love with every fiber of my being.
We wanted to record our journey as we learn how to incorporate Domestic Discipline into our lives. I am a wife who has been Taken-in-Hand by her husband. I am loved and cherished by him. I am his little china doll and he is mine forever.
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Dressing for a Wedding
I have been a space cadet for the last few days. I had a last minute project for the bride and have been working like crazy to get it done. Everything has revolved around the project.
I finally finished about an hour before we had to leave. Clean, showed and conditioned I started the process of dressing.
First the stockings. On one foot, then the other. All the way up and then I figured it out.
Oops
I forgot my panties!
I was too tired to fix the oversight. Dressed, without panties....
Blag.
What a day
I finally finished about an hour before we had to leave. Clean, showed and conditioned I started the process of dressing.
First the stockings. On one foot, then the other. All the way up and then I figured it out.
Oops
I forgot my panties!
I was too tired to fix the oversight. Dressed, without panties....
Blag.
What a day
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