Friday, October 23, 2009
Okay, before I talk about my calves: Is it just me, or are the colors this year UBER depressing? I haven't seen much, if anything, that I would say I love. I suppose this is a good thing, since I don't have money to spend. The thing is, I really like having something to look forward to as I am losing weight. I want some "outfit" to strive for. And I love to see if they still have my size at the end of season sale time. But I just don't see me wearing any of the things I've seen lately.
Then there is this boot craze. I love boots. Or should I say I loved boots. Once upon a time, my calves actually could fit into a pair of zip up boots. But not any more. And, gosh darn-it, I think my calves are one of my best features. They don't seem to "gain weight" like the rest of me. So what is going on? I was talking with a thinner friend of mine who said she has the same problem. My jaw dropped. This means there is NO hope for me EVER fitting into the lovely zip up boot - ever again. If they don't fit HER much thinner self--they'll NEVER fit me! Seriously, what size calf are those boots made for? Grrr.... Wait. I do love me a stretchy boot. Yea that's it, a stretchy boot. It will be mine. Someday.
Have a boot-tastic high fashion kinda day!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
F is for frolic (for that is what you help me do)
E is for energy (for that is what must happen to make me move)
E is for excitement (for that is what I feel when we are heading in the right direction)
T is for toe-tapping (for that is what you help me do when the spirit moves me)
My feet hold me up, move me forward, loft me into the air, propel me in water, and take all the beatings of a lifetime. They've walked down isles and into court rooms. They've been an example to my baby and my now almost grown daughter. What I love most about my feet (besides the cute little freckle that resides upon the top of each of my big toes) is that they have taken me to places I never new I could go! I've backpacked for a week in the Smokey Mountains, traveled around Europe, Canada, beaches, cities, hiked up huge sand dunes and run like a crazy woman down them, splashed in puddles, soaked them in a ice water at my grandma's the summer I spent there (I had forgotten all about that), and danced on stage in community theater productions. They've been the catalyst to all my "first steps".
Thanks for all you do for me feet!
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
So I just read this on the DailySpark: www.dailyspark.com/blog.asp?post=thi
Please read it. And hopefully we will ALL start loving ourselves and passing the love on!
ps. You are beautiful exactly the way you are right now!
Monday, October 19, 2009
I LOVE a good foot massage. Too bad I'm the massage therapist. Don't get me wrong, my BF gives a good foot massage--but he's not here. He lives in his own home. So, he's not around at the end of a looooong day to tenderly love on my tootsies. That just leaves me. And as much as I try to give myself a foot massage, it's just not the same.
I am going to promise my feet a nice foot soak in my long forgotten foot bath that massages while you soak. Someone got it for me as a gift a long time ago and it just sits, put away somewhere under my bed. I am also going to make some progress on the socks I began knitting a while ago. I will finish at least one of them by the end of this month!
I will also take off the nail polish that's been on far too long and paint up my toes all nice and purtty. My feet are going to be show stoppers by the end of this week.
They deserve it. They do a lot for me. They really get me where I need to go. They've endured tumors being removed, neuromas causing pain, plantar fascitis, sand that is far too cold to play volleyball upon, too tight or too big shoes, socks with too much texture, long miles of walking, long days of standing, the occasional fungus (eew), and even being sun burned. This week--they are the spot light. I love them; now I just need to prove it!!!
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