Sistah Pat

Mr. Scale says 166 this morning. Filled in the data and regraphed it and finally show a significant drop. I was pretty sick of looking at that plateau from August 3rd to September 1st. Perfect week may have been tiring but it got me back to losing.

After I get my motor running, DH and I are going to take the RV and head up to Edinburgh. Maybe I’ll go to a few different shops this time. I’ve never really looked around in the other outlets although they have 87 shops. Went in Chico’s once because I love their clothes but they don’t cater to short, round women. It’s hard to beat Coldwater Creek for my kind of clothes. Shoes are ALWAYS an issue and I hate shopping for them. My ankles always hold up best in athletic shoes or sandals but winter is coming and I need some dressier shoes that I can actually wear. I just threw out a bunch of them and I hate to get anymore but it has to be done. I’m so sick of getting shoes that seem to be okay, wearing them at work for four or five hours and having to hobble around for two days afterward. I have one (yes, one) pair of black shoes that have a wedge sole that I can wear all day. I have quite a few pairs that I can wear for a couple of hours but then I have to take them off or deal with my ankles feeling like they’re full of ground glass. Of course, DH is going to get perturbed if I go shoe shopping because he knows how it goes (and he’s right). He can’t get beyond the vision of bags full of shoes that haven’t been worn going to the Salvation Army. Wish I knew a way around this. For a long time, I just dressed in the kind of casual clothes that allowed me to wear athletic shoes but I always hated it and was stuck there for three or four years. I don’t want to go back. I’m running up and down the halls all day long at work and I need shoes I can actually wear.  I think it should be a law that any corridor more than 50 feet long has to have moving sidewalks. 

It’s going to be nice to spend time with DH. That is, if he actually goes with me. I have a feeling he’ll hang out with me for a while and then go back to the RV and watch TV. That’s okay. We can still enjoy a quiet night with just the two of us. I read in someone’s blog the other day about how campgrounds were always full of RVs these days and they couldn’t understand how people thought that was camping. I had to smile. That’s the whole point…it isn’t! I have no desire to sleep in a sleeping bag on the ground, cook on a campfire, and hike a quarter of a mile to pee! I prefer to travel in my own portable hotel suite that I know is clean and comfy and has everything I need. No, RVing is not camping by any means! This is from a woman who has done more than my share of camping and more than my share of traveling. I always feel a bit creeped out in hotel rooms. I’m not sure how clean things are and I’m certain they’re not as clean as I’d like them to be. Of course, there are exceptions. There are a lot of hotels with beautiful suites that are sparkling clean and comfy but they cost big bucks and you can’t always find one when you need it.

Alrighty! I need to get off here and get ready for my “surprise” getaway!