To the Right of Elvis

Elvis was never one of my favorite singers.  Nor was Janis Joplin, Johnny Cash or B.B. King for that matter.  I liked the way Jimi Hendrix spelled his name, but his music?  Not so much.  Rock music hurt my ears and blues was my mama's style.  I was most comfortable with R&B or blue-eyed soul.  Classical music reminded me of my friend Beth's house.  Her parents listed to NPR and watched public television.  I liked that world.

The past few weeks have become a uncomfortable mess.  I find myself in a quagmire of stagnation.  My body continues to change, but the weight remains constant.  The exercise prevents huge gains, however, I seem to have lost the will lose more.  Finally, I realize why a greater weight loss frightens me.  The attention this new body attracts is glorious fun through my computer, but quite another story in person.  Two men I didn't know previously, approached me recently.  The men are polar opposites in absolutely every way.  In fact, the only thing they have in common was their apparent interest in me.

As Elvis was on the wrong side of my early musical taste, male attention (in my fat mind) is uncomfortable.  The more my body changes and morphs into Skinny Me, the more attention I receive and the self-sabotage begins anew.  Perhaps, the only way to get past this plateau is to make more changes.

Once, at a restaurant, I was directed to the ladies' room by being told that the door was just to the right of Elvis.  I followed the direction and found a most comfortable room.  As my musical tastes matured and developed, I learned that R&B is NOT the only good music.  I love many different genres, each serving a particular mood.  Now, I just need to know that Skinny Me's not scary.  In fact, she's the cool chick that can be found just to the right of Elvis.

and away we go...