Every poler loves to scope out their pole gains and progress! Interestingly enough, sometimes when I go down in pants sizes, my weight goes up! Makes sense because muscle weighs a lot more than fat. In general I don’t weigh myself or count calories, because I am more interested in what my body can do rather than what it looks like. I usually only end up finding out my weight at the doctor’s office for checkups.
So I’m in the bathroom at my date’s place and I notice his scale. I’m never even around scales so I hop on to take advantage of the opportunity!
I cheerfully skip out to continue sipping cocktails in his kitchen. He tells me all about his fitness journey and how he is super data driven. He mentions that he weighs himself every day, and that it really helped him get in shape.
In fact- he has this really great handy app.
That sends over the data to his phone every time he steps on the scale automatically.
Halloween is just a few short days away, and things aren’t exactly what they seem. Particularly when it comes to my cat. I’ve noticed him staring at my pole. Lounging with my Pleasers. Eyeing my drawer of pole clothes. I shake my head and tell myself it’s not possible. That everything pole related I’ve noticed lately is purely coincidence. That he’s just a cat, and cats don’t pole dance.
Or do they?
But when the photos came, I couldn’t find a single one that I liked. My costume was too big, and I showed. My stomach looked flabby. My hair was a mess. I didn’t hold some tricks nearly as long enough as I had thought, and those I had held weren’t really aimed at the audience. So, I had a good cry, shut my laptop, and decided to look back at them another day.