I took this picture this afternoon of Fireball sacked out on the corrugated cardboard scratcher that we have. He was acting like his usual handsome and slightly silly self and I had to grab my camera and share with y'all. *g* Doesn't he just make you smile?
I can't believe it but I had an hour all to myself today. Technically it was supposed to be two hours, but Chris ran an errand and came home and ran out and did another errand. But, the kids were next door with the Birthday party and had a good time and I had a quiet afternoon. After being in shock over being alone in the house (well, besides the cats) I settled into my chair and enjoyed it.
Of course, it ended very quickly (It felt like it did, anyway.) and the kids were gathered up and Chris arrived home and we set out for Mass and errands. Afterwards we headed to the mall to return the bathing suit I ordered the week before last that arrived this week. Unless my torso shrinks about 5 inches the swimsuit was just too short and I felt like I had to hunch over to keep from falling out of it. If you know what I mean. I looked around while we were there but as the halter top style makes me look like a line-backer (due to my extra large rib cage and wide shoulders-FUN. *sigh*) I didn't see anything else. We then headed to the Sporting Goods store because I was hoping to just pick up a basic black tank. Um, no. The curves I have worked so hard to maintain (though they are rather more lush than is popular-Chris makes no complaints *g*) were all smooshed into making me feel like a sausage in casing. Ugh. At that point? Yeah, I was ready to go home (without the swimsuit) and have a good cry. Chris knew I felt bad, but I don't think guys feel the self loathing that shopping for these items make a woman feel sometimes. I know I work hard at exercising and eating right. And yet every day I am faced, in the mirror, that while I am stronger and have better endurance? I am still a size 16/18. My body absolutely refuses to let go and appear the way I feel inside. I feel fit. I am as active as I can be given our schedule and my hypothyroidism! *sigh* So, yes, forgive me for feeling a bit sorry for myself this evening.
That said, after my mini-meltdown we headed home and have had a quiet evening. Chris has been installing new software that arrived today and I have been goofing off on the computer and reading the last of the Southern Humor book. I think I'll be looking to place another of the author's books on hold. Her humor and outlook resonate on some level with me. Next up to be read is the James Patterson book on the murder of King Tut. Though, I am not really sure why I'll go ahead and read it when it's pretty much thought that Tut died from complications and infection following a broken leg. What? I read a lot of, well, everything. But, as I've already peeked at the first page and it seems pretty interesting I am sure it will be, at the least, entertaining.
That's all from my humble home this evening. I hope y'all had an enjoyable and relaxing Saturday. I wish a Blessed Sunday for y'all. Rest up, the beginning of the week looms ahead. Goodnight, B.
Exercise: Too bad feeling sorry for yourself and depressed doesn't burn calories. Some kind of workout tomorrow, hopefully.










