Big fat failure
Sep. 10th, 2006 04:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tiamatladyI actually drove and shopped and drove some more yesterday.
And found NOTHING for the wedding.
I DID find two new tank tops and a new sweater thingy at a ghetto store in North Attleboro, a store I wish to visit locally, since there are others - it's called Dots. I know some of my Dollar Store peeps know about this place. It's basically club stuff, and hanging out clothes. Clothes I don't mind getting trashed kind of thing. Ir I wouldn't mind losing in lost luggage, due to it costing a buck.
I came home tired, dejected and with sore feet. No new shoes either, not that I could WEAR new shoes with my feet cut up. My soft purple shoes too! It appears I have serious feet issues. Dammit.
And frankly, I SHOULD do this once a month, if just to get myself convinced that I CAN do without the ice cream and whatnot and maybe I ought to put some effort into losing weight. Maybe. (I need NO COMMENTS from you peanut gallery I know are reading - your opinion means NOTHING. If you'd care to waste your time commenting I'm going to mock and laugh at you. Then Ignore you. Which is the worst thing I can do. Getting on me for being a fatty just lacks in imagination. Nyah on you.)
The point of that whole thing is that my closet took pity on me, and coughed up an outfit I can live with, that also lets me wear my cute boots. And hopefully won't kill my feet.
And with that I need to get into the shower and get along. I'm going to need to stop for a card, and I'm cheaping out on a gift again. I didn't have time to get anything I could think of. (I COULD go with an online gift card, or maybe run to BB&B before I leave. Hmmmmm)
Meh, I don't really want to go at all. Not in the mood. I just did some work stuff that have me going "Meh I'd rather stay here and eat." And I have a bad feeling about seating.
Anywhoo, laters!
And found NOTHING for the wedding.
I DID find two new tank tops and a new sweater thingy at a ghetto store in North Attleboro, a store I wish to visit locally, since there are others - it's called Dots. I know some of my Dollar Store peeps know about this place. It's basically club stuff, and hanging out clothes. Clothes I don't mind getting trashed kind of thing. Ir I wouldn't mind losing in lost luggage, due to it costing a buck.
I came home tired, dejected and with sore feet. No new shoes either, not that I could WEAR new shoes with my feet cut up. My soft purple shoes too! It appears I have serious feet issues. Dammit.
And frankly, I SHOULD do this once a month, if just to get myself convinced that I CAN do without the ice cream and whatnot and maybe I ought to put some effort into losing weight. Maybe. (I need NO COMMENTS from you peanut gallery I know are reading - your opinion means NOTHING. If you'd care to waste your time commenting I'm going to mock and laugh at you. Then Ignore you. Which is the worst thing I can do. Getting on me for being a fatty just lacks in imagination. Nyah on you.)
The point of that whole thing is that my closet took pity on me, and coughed up an outfit I can live with, that also lets me wear my cute boots. And hopefully won't kill my feet.
And with that I need to get into the shower and get along. I'm going to need to stop for a card, and I'm cheaping out on a gift again. I didn't have time to get anything I could think of. (I COULD go with an online gift card, or maybe run to BB&B before I leave. Hmmmmm)
Meh, I don't really want to go at all. Not in the mood. I just did some work stuff that have me going "Meh I'd rather stay here and eat." And I have a bad feeling about seating.
Anywhoo, laters!
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Date: 2006-09-10 10:57 pm (UTC)And for that other thing? Shopping burns 138 calories per hour while watching TV burns 60 calories per hour. Keep shopping! It is good for you!
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Date: 2006-09-11 03:49 am (UTC)The walking around was one thing - the not fitting into things that I should have, or not finding anything that didn't make me look old and crotchety, was a total different story.
I saw that there was a Dots in Waltham, I wasn't sure where. I'll have to drop in. I ended up wearing the sweater I got from there when the jacket I had turned out to be too big. Wheee!