Taking a step in the right direction

Hello, Mistress Cassidy's collared slave, allan here. Mistress has ordered me to start using a program called Grammarly. As her secretary slave, I am now responsible for all and any spelling mistakes and errors in punctuation. If by chance I missed something in my editing, I beg of you to please let Mistress know about it at (http://www.cassidycream.com/contact.html) so she can help me not make the same mistake twice.

                  


  This is me at 376.8 pounds. That is what the scale read two weeks a go when I stood on it for the first time in five years. And to think that five years a go, I had lost an incredible 120 lbs to be at a respectable 230 lbs and a size 36 waist. But that was before I got sick. Now I am not going to go into everything I had been through the last five years, it is all listed in previous blogs.

This morning, Labour Day 2017, I stepped on the scale once more. This time the reading produced a big " YES! " I had a beaming smile on me when I read 362 lbs. For me 14.8 lbs in two weeks made me proud, considering the hurdles stacked against me. Mobility issues, weight gaining medications,
and the grand daddy of hurdles, Depression.

 To understand my new healthier commitment, I need to take you over some of the events of the summer. First, back at the beginning of June, I began getting injections on my back at a pain management clinic. The injections are to help me reboot my brain, to deal with my chronic pain. So I get 12 or 13 needles once every week for the foreseeable future. My doctor there suggested that I change my depression medication to this other drug that treats pain and moods.

So a week and a half later, I saw my psychiatrist and she made the change to the medication. and told me to see her in six weeks for a follow-up. Now by nature, I am a procrastinator, ( which is something that Mistress Cassidy's new rules for the fall, will force me to change) I did not place the order
for the new pills until two weeks later. I am going to sum the next part up some. I started the new prescription. within in 3 days, my depression tanked. I spent four days in bed, not interested in life and full of anxiety. I decided to resume taking my old anti-depression. It took another week for me to start being myself again. When I told my two doctors what happen, they both agreed that I did the right thing by going back on my old medication.

Now after that episode, things started to turn around. To this day I still do not know what happened. I started to feel stronger, more motivated, sociable, energetic, and interested in myself and my family and home. Where things first started to change is in the home. Over the last five years, my partner did a great job. But between caring for me, the children, and the finances. Something had to give, and that was the housework. She did great keeping things clean, but stuff was cluttering corners. This is where it started, I will pick a spot, and focus on, and I will work at it, even if it takes me all day or several days. I work at it. Every time I finish a spot and receive an " at a boy " I feel empowered to do
more. I have resume doing the banking, cooking and dishes and laundry ( the washing, drying, folding and putting away. But sadly Mistress, not the ironing :) and being more social.

    One weekend in late July I took the family for a drive and some shopping in Montreal. At this time I still did not have the energy to go into the mall.
So I went for a drive around the city while waiting. Not the right thing to do as you will soon find out. I did the male version of sight seeing. Yes, a mans short coming, girl watching. The short skirts and shorts, the tight tank tops, bare feet, and legs. nice chests, makeup, and hair.                                                    I hope I do not get in trouble for saying this. Montreal women are very beautiful. 

Now being true to my contract with Mistress Cassidy. I told her about my little sight seeing tour. I will tell you now that she was none too pleased with her slave, from my point of view. Mistress informed me, sternly I might add, that the Montreal women were dressed to suit their comfort on a
nice summer day. They were not dressed to be an object for my amusement, and a punishment was deemed suitable for me. I fear if I was her RL collared slave, I surely would have been tied up in her dungeon like this slave for a good spanking or flogging.
                                                                                                                                                                        What Mistress Cassidy assigned me was not just a punishment. It became a fundamental change in me charter for the better. I was being punished to show me what it takes for women to get ready each day. No, Mistress did not have me put on a dress and wear makeup. But what she did do, was to
order me to groom myself more thoroughly. I like to briefly point out that over the last five years, my personal grooming was nearly none existence. For a period several years back. I only showered and shaved once a month, I really didn't care. I have improved a lot since then, but there is still room for more improvements. But now, I have been given a command to groom every day. Mistress gave me these instructions. First, my hair needs to be trimmed. I presently do not have any facial hair and I was told to keep myself clean shaven, I had to shave again during the day because I was not allowed a 5 o'clock shadow. Oral hygiene was to be done twice a day. That's brushed, flossed, and rinse with mouth wash. I had to moisturize both face and body. Nails had to be trimmed and filed. I had to keep showered, and hair had to be set. Last I had to be in clean crisp, ironed clothes.

Now when I looked at my wardrobe for the first time in along time. I realized just how far I had slipped. I had next to nothing in clothes. This is the turning point for me. It was now that I realized I like being clean and groomed. I also wanted to look good again. I took a long hard look at myself in the mirror and decided I was not happy at who I become. I wanted to be healthier, slimmer, and more active. My first target was my weight gain and the purpose of this blog. Yes, the blog is an assignment tasked to a slave. But it comes from deep within too. Back to the blog though. I am
not going to tell you I started this diet or that gym. I simply replace some of the junk food with raw vegetables and spinach dip, started cooking the meal again, instead of ordering fast food and drink lots of water. I can tell you that for me diets don't work. Sure you lose weight, then you yo-yo back up. I have learned that you can not deprive your body of life's naughty pleasures, and expect to succeed. I am employing some thing I found out over time. One is my food journal which I love doing. I spent Sunday transcribing all my notes into my journal. Two is taking my measurements as
suggested by my Owner. This is a real tangible way to track weight lost too. At the end of this blog, I will post my present measurements. Then in two months time, I will revisit this blog with updated the measurement to see how I am doing. That way I could bask in the glow of telling you how good I am doing and maybe a reward for it, and if I m not doing so well, maybe I could get some encouragement for me to push on. And for those who are thinking, he's a slave punish him. That option is there too. I am sure my Mistress would have fun contemplating my fate based on any comments given. Three have a coach to answer to. I asked Mistress Cassidy to keep me on my toes there. We are still working on details, but I will be her submissive here too. When given a direction, as her slave I do it. Also in the future, I hope shekeeps me to my goal of losing the achievable 3lbs a week. The idea of having to report my week's achievements, helps feed my submissive side, and keeps me motivated, and not to upset my owner. It is my wish to reach 230lbs before my 50th
birthday. If I manage 200lbs I like to have some kind of reward set in place. I am not sure what yet.


Mistress has also ordered me into the pool for some physical activity. The nature of my disability requires low impact on my joints. I once loved being in the water, I was usually one of the last people out of the water at pool parties. But as flexibility and mobility got worse I stopped going to
the pool. I tried to put up a resistance to swimming, but Mistress bluntly put me in my place, by reminding me that " You are a slave, and at this time you are my slave." She went on by letting me know that by her being my Owner and coach and me being a slave, that I did not have the authority to
question her judgment. Other than a medical report stating that swimming isn't recommended. I had no reason to judge her orders, and that as soon as I bought a pair of trunks, I had to get in the water.
I have ordered a pair of trunks from Amazon. I am just waiting on them. Then I have to get wet.


Mistress is also educating me as well. I was to review the Weston Price Foundation. It is a very informative website. I see myself visiting often once the cold winter month set in. That is just the first place of learning. I'm sure my Owner has more goodies in store for her collared slave. Who is powerless to resist her.

On September 1 my contract resumed after a summers reprieve. I am completely under Mistress Cassidy rule again. I feel that with her guidance and dominion over me that this slave is going to get healthier.
 

Oh, Those measurements are.
Arm: 15 7/8
Wrist: 8 3/8
Chest: 58
Stomach: 60
Waist: 57
Thigh: 26
Ankle: 11 1/2
All measurement are taken in inches. So let's see where I am at in two months time.

  Who knows maybe I will look like this slave in the future.