After only 2 weeks of no soda, it tastes like crap to me now. Frustration because I really liked Mtn Dew.
Oh well, don't need or want the crap anymore.
Warning: I'm an anarcho-capitalist political activist. It gets into everything.
I have a favorite long black skirt with an elastic waistband that I've owned for many years. This weekend at a dinner party I noticed that it kept slipping down my hips. I need to find a new black skirt, which has me partially thrilled and partially annoyed. It was a really great skirt!
My Primal Meanderings
*I have to find yet another batch of smaller/ larger bras. I've gone from a 34C to a 30DD and it's still shrinking/ growing.
*I lost some of the padding that made hip-checking people and things so fun and painless.
*I have a waist, hips, thighs, and ass. Most clothing manufaturers say "Pick any two."
*I can't wear half my pre-primal shoes because my feet have shrank, even with going barefoot or barefootish even more often.
*I haven't cleared enough freezer space yet for half a cow.
*The scars I picked up from my primal cooking misadventures look entirely too cool to say "I got pulling the cast iron out of the oven."
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
I need to resize my wedding-ring. Arrrgh! It's gonna cost!
I had to buy a whole new underwear wardrobe. My favorite ring keeps threatening to fall off. My favorite pair of jeans is too big... and the place I got them from doesn't carry a smaller size. But I'm not complaining.
My winter coat is too big.
It'll do for the remainder of this winter. And it was a FIND at $30, practically brand new, at a used clothing shop. And it's a Columbia. Those things are $200 brand new. I like the colours! I like the style! Now, I just don't like the size. And to think, it was so tight on me at one point that I had to suck in my gut to get the zipper to meet and zip up. And now... the wind goes up the coat. It FLOATS on me! Horrible. Hate these nasty side-effects. And they say eating Primal isn't expensive. Sheesh!