The injustice.
Jun. 6th, 2005 07:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Collapsed into bed something before midnight, astonished I'd made it that long. Had utterly failed to have a coherent conversation with Dave or say anything meaningful on LJ.
Awoke around 2 because the wind picked up and I was sure the world was ending and it was raining (it wasn't) and also because I heard Dave get up. Also, it was over 80 degrees in the house. Dave shut the windows. I then opened the door. (The door won't let rain in as much as windows-- has porch roof over it.) Temperature eased somewhat with aid of door. Fell asleep sometime before 3.
Sirens woke me around 6:30. I lay in denial for half an hour but finally the call of nature could not be denied. So here I am, on my day off, in horrible pain from my two straight days of standing around working extra hours, and it's not even 8 am and I'm out of bed.
I'll probably take a nap sometime this morning. I'm glad I have that option. Ahh. Yes, I do.
I will not be going for a jog this morning. No. Somehow I have to find some way of exercising that does not demand that I subject my feet or any of my body's joints to impacts. Usually it's no problem-- I've healthy joints-- but today I am just so weak and creaky, and yet I want to exercise. The tiredness and simultaneous feeling of rejuvenation from exercising is a far more subtle pleasure than the junkies would have you believe, but I am quietly enjoying the feeling of actually having some sort of relationship with the muscles of my own body.
Oooh-- a day pass to the town of Tonawanda Aquatic and Fitness center is only like $5. Maybe we'll do that today. Ooh. It wouldn't be too too busy, would it? It's a non-holiday Monday... We could go swimming.
I think I wouldn't even really mind my ill-fitting swimsuit. I haven't been swimming in over a year...
And there does not exist a swimsuit that will fit me. Land's End torments me with their "80,000 combinations!" catalogue-- yes, by matching top and bottom separates, I could conceivably find the perfect swimsuit in there, and indeed have, except that their tops only go up to... wait for it....
A C cup. Which is utterly useless to me. From family precedent I'd have to be about 130 before the girls'd shrink that far. And if I'm 130 I'm in a damn bikini, forget it.
So, fuck swimwear. I'll be in the pool in my bra and tank top, thanks very much. Fuckas.
but yes, I like this idea. Maybe we'll go to the pool today. barring thunderstorms.
I may have just ensured that it will indeed thunder today.
Awoke around 2 because the wind picked up and I was sure the world was ending and it was raining (it wasn't) and also because I heard Dave get up. Also, it was over 80 degrees in the house. Dave shut the windows. I then opened the door. (The door won't let rain in as much as windows-- has porch roof over it.) Temperature eased somewhat with aid of door. Fell asleep sometime before 3.
Sirens woke me around 6:30. I lay in denial for half an hour but finally the call of nature could not be denied. So here I am, on my day off, in horrible pain from my two straight days of standing around working extra hours, and it's not even 8 am and I'm out of bed.
I'll probably take a nap sometime this morning. I'm glad I have that option. Ahh. Yes, I do.
I will not be going for a jog this morning. No. Somehow I have to find some way of exercising that does not demand that I subject my feet or any of my body's joints to impacts. Usually it's no problem-- I've healthy joints-- but today I am just so weak and creaky, and yet I want to exercise. The tiredness and simultaneous feeling of rejuvenation from exercising is a far more subtle pleasure than the junkies would have you believe, but I am quietly enjoying the feeling of actually having some sort of relationship with the muscles of my own body.
Oooh-- a day pass to the town of Tonawanda Aquatic and Fitness center is only like $5. Maybe we'll do that today. Ooh. It wouldn't be too too busy, would it? It's a non-holiday Monday... We could go swimming.
I think I wouldn't even really mind my ill-fitting swimsuit. I haven't been swimming in over a year...
And there does not exist a swimsuit that will fit me. Land's End torments me with their "80,000 combinations!" catalogue-- yes, by matching top and bottom separates, I could conceivably find the perfect swimsuit in there, and indeed have, except that their tops only go up to... wait for it....
A C cup. Which is utterly useless to me. From family precedent I'd have to be about 130 before the girls'd shrink that far. And if I'm 130 I'm in a damn bikini, forget it.
So, fuck swimwear. I'll be in the pool in my bra and tank top, thanks very much. Fuckas.
but yes, I like this idea. Maybe we'll go to the pool today. barring thunderstorms.
I may have just ensured that it will indeed thunder today.
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Date: 2005-06-06 06:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-06 09:17 pm (UTC)Needless to say, i went home from that shopping trip with nothing purchased and a terribly bruised ego. I do not understand how some women go shopping to feel better about themselves; I pretty much always get thoroughly upset by the experience.
My problem is not that bathing suits don't come big enough, it's that they don't come in my shape. I hate getting something 'big enough' around the boobs (winds up being, I think, a 40C to have sufficient circumference at the widest point-- six inches too wide under the bust) and having it fit the rest of me like a sack.
And I'm scared of the Lane Bryant salesladies laughing at me again, which is a shameful phobia I know, but for some reason they seem to think it's OK to ridicule someone for not knowing her size as long as she's guessed too large. But it's not funny, really. OK, now I know I just sound petulant, but they were really unkind to me. It doesn't really matter what theoretical size my actual awkward shape falls into, if the clothes in that size leave crucial bits of me flopping around! And they are crucial. Somebody could lose an eye if they're not properly secured! We just don't want that.
I'm definitely going to send Land's End a snarky email with my measurements and a far-too-innocent "what size does that make me?"
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Date: 2005-06-07 01:49 am (UTC)It's worth a shot. If you're scared of the sales ladies, call my Grandma and have her come with you. She'll whack people with her Association for the Blind cane if they get out of line. :-)