I've been thinking about the olden days, which in terms of jeans ended in the '70's. Remember when they were not only unisex but were not prewashed? They were stiff as boards. Also in those days parents didn't just buy you whatever you wanted. In my group of friends, our parents did not understand why we needed a pair of 'dungarees' and so we used our own funds, mostly from babysitting, to go on an outing and purchase honest-to-gosh Levi Strauss red labels. We liked them so tight we had to lay down to zip them up, which made trying them on in a dressing room an interesting process. Then they had to be washed and bleached several times before they were properly seasoned. This led to some interesting discussions with our mothers, as back then we generally were not allowed carte blanche with the washing machine either. I remember sitting with my friends after a couple of weeks, comparing the faded blues we had so painstakingly attained. Life was so simple then.
I remember my sisters putting them on while still damp and letting them dry (and shrink) so that they were more form-fitting!
I remember that lying on the floor thing while using a pair of pliers to get the zipper up. Hmmm. Not quite sure I'd call it the good old days :p.
Maybe I should sneak a try on of my 16 year old son's jeans (30 x 32 or maybe 34). Though they're the sort with big pockets that he wears low down on the hips, so maybe not such a good idea. I'd have to do that when nobody else is home :rolleyes:.
Yeah, those were NOT the good old days. We did crazy stuff. Not even good crazy stuff!
Confession is good for the soul. I have sinned. Today I have eaten almost 2200 calories, 160g carbs! Yikes. All primal, though. I was just hungry and things got out of hand. That really hasn't happened to me very much since going primal, so I'm not sure why. Stress? Yeah, got that, but no worse than usual. Also feeling strangely melancholy. At choir practice tonight, the director called on me to do a solo and I just shook my head and almost started to cry! This is not like me! What the heck? I have new jeans and my @ss looks good, why am I sad?!?
Hugs. Hope you are feeling more chipper this morning. Just goes to show: a great bottom does not guarantee happiness. And yet, so many of us, too often, think that losing weight will solve all our problems. When we SHOULD know, it is having money. Or wait, no, the perfect spouse. A satisfying job. A soul mate. Cute puppy. Darn it, just give me the number three combo. Super-size.
So right...and also the answer becomes obvious the next day, when one wakes up and discovers that one's "friend" was come to visit. Damn. The problem with being old and still having a 'friend' is that you never know when she will visit. She just shows up whenever. You don't hear from her for months, and then there she is, when you have plans that don't involve her. Most inconvenient!
Well at least you know what it was and that it will soon be better. For years I've struggled with Seasonal depression. I've used the lamps and I try to get outside as much as I can. But last year and (knock on wood) this year so far has been really better.
Hope you're feeling better soon!
Yes, it is true, I was quite relieved to discover the source of my ennui, annoying as it is. To tell the truth I was quite disturbed by my sudden mood swing. It's frightening to have these things come at you out of the blue. I'm feeling better and have even tackled some paperwork that has lain on my desk for far too long. Also went on YouTube and listened to the pieces that I couldn't grasp at practice last night. Thank you to all those choirs out there, amateur and professional, who record and upload these arrangements that help untrained people like myself to learn to sing with others. I'll be fine by Sunday.
Tonight I am off to Portland with a couple of friends to hear a famous theologian talk about whatever he wants to talk about. Very much looking forward to this.
Cooked up a batch of spaghetti squash with eggs - kind of a quiche thing. Squash, eggs, parmesan cheese, seasonings. sriracha. I'm always surprised when I put a recipe like this in Paleotrack - SS has very few calories and very few carbs comparatively. Sriracha improves vastly improves the taste and isn't really hot - just a hint of peppery goodness. At least to me.
Feeling much better about myself today.
I saw sriracha at Stop and Shop and nearly picked some up. They also sell the same brand of Tikka Masala at the same price as WF. I was presently suprised.
Gives me a good idea about what to do with the spaghetti squash I got from the CSA...!
NEARLY picked some up. NEARLY. What on earth are you waiting for? Sheesh...
Siobhan, glad you're feeling better. I was fortunate in that I was never very subject to mood swings from hormones. And my "friend", after throwing a rather memorable hissy fit, more or less walked out of my life without the "hello, did you miss me" thing going on too much. I don't miss her at all. I mean, I was 54, for crying out loud...
In my crowd, jeans had to be distressed naturally, or you were considered a faker. I never did the super-tight thing, probably because I was too plump for it.
I also don't intend to spend a lot of money looking for perfect jeans, but the next time I need a pair, I might check out the men's. They would probably work well for me, seeing as I'm so straight-waisted. Hubby's old jeans (great quality there) are, alas, way too big. Should have thought of it twenty or thirty pounds ago, but I didn't. I have requisitioned the belt he wore with them though. You know, when they used to make belts out of a solid chunk of real leather... I am going to look for something like that for him for Christmas. His last new belt was one of those pureed leather in glue abominations.