Boo Shoe
I was so excited to get my new shoes from Shoebuy.com! All the reviews said they fit big, so I assumed that meant my feet would be lovingly cradled in a just-right-for-Sasquatch nest of leather and foam.
Oh how very wrong I was.
The reviews weren’t kidding when they said the shoes fit wide. It’s been many years since I’ve walked right out of a shoe because it was so big. I didn’t know such a thing could even exist! Who are these people that have such giant feet? And where do they normally shoe shop? I need in on that action!
The good: Big shoes! That means I get to exchange for a size down and might have a chance of having a shoe that fits! They are sending me a return label with the postage (if my printer worked I could have printed it out myself) so I won’t be out a dime.
The bad: Nothing that I can see, except for the whole “denied instant gratification” thing. I’ve waited this long for decent shoes, I guess I can wait another week.
Tomorrow is Halloween! Why am I excited? I don’t know. I just can’t help myself. After angsting and gnawing and flip-flopping, I’ve finally got my costume ready. Cost: $4.00 for a clearance rack sun hat. I’m going as a witch trying to pass for a Muggle. I don’t expect anyone at my party to have a clue, even though I made myself a badge with the deathly hallows symbol to try to clear it up a little bit.
I was pleased to discover that if you type in plus sized costumes you get a whole bunch of options. I’ve never seen such an animal in a brick and mortar store, but the internet never fails me! Of course, I’m not going to spend $119 on the costume I really want (complete bobby sox outfit) or even $50 on a costume that might be neat (geisha girl), but it was fun to know the option was there if I ever host/go to a big Halloween party (the party tomorrow will be big, but last year only two of the moms dressed up). The vast majority of costumes were slutty, slutty, slutty! I don’t think the moms would appreciate at naughty nurse at 10:30 in the freakin’ morning. Most of them were so revealing that I would never wear them outside of my bedroom, but I guess I’m not a drunken 20 year old, looking for action.
I tried Erik in his duck costume and it was way too tight. He started screaming “stuck, stuck” (his favorite word) and cried until I took it off. He has a little leather jacket, so we found a white t-shirt and I’ll try to slick back his hair and give him a greaser look. He won’t have any props to keep track of or anything on his head, so I think it will work. I went to Target on Saturday to try to get him a Malfoy cape and there was NOTHING. I know it was the weekend before Halloween, but they were already clearing out the aisles and putting up Christmas decorations! Don’t they know people are lazy? I guess next year I’ll have to hustle. Ideally, I’ll have oodles of time and make him a homemade costume next year. If I didn’t have this freelance deadline hanging over my head I would have done it this year.
Speaking of my freelance job, today I listened to the most depressing lecture ever. I don’t know if you’ve heard of the book Big Fat Lies by Glenn Gaesser? I never have, but I listened to a snippet of a lecture from him today and think I probably need to read the book. I always thought that muscle burned a lot more calories than fat. Pound for pound, it burns five more calories an hour than fat. Not exactly the myth we’ve been told! Also, he talked about two different studies that showed exercise only helps to a certain extent and once a person reaches their set point (not his term), that’s pretty much it. So so so so so so so so so depressing. I know I will never be thin, but he confirmed it. He didn’t say anything I didn’t already believe, but hearing it from an expert meant I really am doomed to be this weight for the rest of my life. On the plus side, he thinks BMI is not at all indicative of total health and he believes that you can be healthy if you are overweight. Of course, the key here is still to eat well and exercise. The exercise doesn’t help you lose weight, really, but it does keep you healthy. I guess that’s good news. It confirms my suspicions and really it gives me permission to accept my body and know that doctors are full of shit when they say fat people are unhealthy just by virtue of being fat, but it still just sucks that I was somehow built to be this size.
Blargh. It is 11 pm. I gotta get to bed! Erik took a three hour nap this afternoon. He needed it desperately and I was really happy that he finally went down, but it meant he was wide awake and totally wild tonight. I decided he was in such a bad mood yesterday evening because he was mad at Mike for being gone all day. Today he wouldn’t leave Mike’s side (Mike was home since he worked most of the night) and didn’t even make a peep when I went to the gym without him. Mike has to work again tomorrow, so I hope the Halloween party keeps Erik’s mind of his pappa-daddy.
And guess who is cutting a tooth? You’d think it would be the two year old, but no. . . it’s the 33 year old. Half of my wisdom tooth came in last year and now the other half is working its way into my gumline. Beyond being merely painful, it is irritating the shit right out of me. The tooth constantly feels like it has something stuck in it, but I can’t ever get it out with floss or a toothpick or my finger or a mini-screwdriver. I have determined it is flesh that hasn’t detached itself yet. Yum. And you know how some people can’t stop picking when they have a sore? I am one of those people. Instead of leaving it alone, I’ve constantly got my finger in my mouth (because I am teh sexy) and am pushing on the tooth through the gum. It has finally punched through in one spot, so I’m hoping it will punch through the rest of the way and leave me in peace. I have teething tablets for Erik and they actually do help, but only if I can leave the danged thing alone. I guess there is a silver lining in every cloud: my constant tooth picking hasn’t left me any time for face picking so my skin is looking a lot clearer. It was looking pretty terrible a couple of weeks ago, but I mostly blame the Oregon weather and my illness. My hypervigilant white-blood cells like to show me how hard they’ve been working and all climb to the surface on my face.