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.