True confession: I hate my upper arms. We can use a slew of adjectives here: flabby, bat-wing-ish, jiggly...those are true descriptions. So I used to make sure to cover them up, elbow sleeves are still favorites of mine. But somewhere along the way I decided who cares?!!!! I made a decision to be comfortable, wear the sleeveless dresses or tank tops, and let those arms flop in the breeze. I hope this will actually be a help to other women, they can look at me and sigh and thank their lucky stars that at least their arms don't look like that ha.
But, I LOVE summertime and the chance to wear comfy sleeveless clothes.
I dislike my body, but love all the things like a soft ice cream cone on a hot evening. A toasted marshmallow over a campfire. A few squares of Norwegian chocolate. For health reasons, I try to eat low carb, fast intermittently, limit the sweets, but oh dear it's not easy. Also, I've learned it's really taboo to talk about these things In Real Life, it can be damaging to daughters. Either eat it or don't, but don't comment on it. Let others enjoy their choices without constantly bringing up sugar levels, ect. I'm still a work in progress about this, but I try to keep my battles to myself.
(There is a nice lady in the swim class who has been eating a Keto diet and has lost 120 pounds, she has a doctor/coach, and is very encouraging to talk about these things, I'm not saying not to talk about it. But there is a time and a place!)
One thing I love is having what I call sisterhood. It is SO special when women can be friends without backbiting or cattiness. I HATE all of that, and it's something God hates too. There is something so blessed and amazing about lifting each other up and being kind.
Hugs. Our family is not a hugging family. Yet, a heartfelt hug from someone you love and care about is beyond precious.
Traveling: I love love love/hate hate hate it. I do love an adventure, and to see different things and meet people and experience other places. But. I hate sitting in the confined place on the plane, having no control of how long we might stand in line, and the airplane bathroom is beyond disgusting. I hate when my feet swell, and they will. (I think it's too hot for compression socks...). I try to travel in comfortable clothes, and then I see these ladies with dress pants and heels, and wonder what the heck is wrong with me, ha.
Packing for a trip: I've done both things, under packed and over packed. I think under is worse. The place we're staying in Norway does have a washing machine, so for a ten day trip, I should really pack five days worth of clothes and wash them. Sweatpants for around the apartment, a bathing suit so I can swim in the fjord with the jelly fish! A long jean skirt, a short one, a pair of jeans, five tops, five dresses, two sweaters, a sweatshirt, a rain jacket, undies and bras, socks. I will travel in my comfy sneakers, then bring Birkenstocks. (if it rains, the sneakers will work better!). Coffee, the portable pour-overs, filters, instant coffee, some protein bars, liquid I.V., helps with the plane ride. Detergent pods, shampoo, ect. Hairbrush! Phone Charger! Plug converters!
We're leaving next Wednesday so I have plenty of time!
This fine morning, I have to get up and get moving, as I'm bringing Anya and Elise shopping. :). I might go swimming with Kathryn afterwards.
Tomorrow, after the pool there's swim class brekky at the place in town, then I'm going to visit my friend Karen. She has a very nice pool, and it's supposed to be a hot sunny day.
Thursday I plan to accompany Kathryn to a dr. appointment, then to the store.
Friday is my birthday, I am turning 61. I am so old, I had to stop and think how old I am. I was born in 1965, so that does make me 60. Yah, I'm not so old, but forgetfulness is real!
Believe it or not, but I love my new knee. The rest of the leg is not totally in tune with it, which is weird, but the knee itself does not hurt anymore. The other knee gives me more and more trouble, but I am not at the point where I am ready to have it replaced. yet.
Anyway. Last night I had the most awful nightmare. I was in a house with all of my kids and grandkids, and when I looked up at the woodturning stove pipe, the ceiling was on fire. I started to yell and scream for everyone to get out of the house. There were so many grandkids upstairs! I went out and climbed up on a roof and leaned in the window and yelled that the house was on fire, and to come to me and get out the window. Darius was sitting there with the baby, teasing me about my anxiety, and I was trying to scream that flames were coming up through the floor, the window I was leaning on was burning hot, and the whole house was going towards a flashpoint, but I lost my voice. I yelled but nothing came out. Wulf and Tenny were prancing around and I was absolutely beside myself.
The aftermath was that I didn't know who got out and who didn't. I was out in the yard, I saw Benjamin walking through the smoke and I was sobbing, I had thought he was stuck in there. I didn't know who was safe and who wasn't, then someone said, the sad part is that Sam and Grace bought this house for so much money, and now it's only worth $5,000. THAT is the SAD part? I know it was only a bad dream, but oh dear, my shattered heart and torn apart soul. I shall give my grandchildren some extra hugs and spoiling when I see them.
On to better, happier things: Miss Char is going to her CPR class tomorrow, as she is starting nursing school next month! I think they're excited to be going back to school. Also, Evelyn and Nate are having a baby girl next month, how sweet is that? We are going camping a few times next month too.
All right, time to get moving...you have a good summer day!
4 comments:
I hate my upper arms too and I am at that stage in life where I am past caring and just wear the sleeveless tops and dresses. If people get upset or offended that's their problem. My eldest was worried about wearing shorts a few weeks ago and I told her no one else cares so why should you. I said people are going to pass you in the street, look at your pale legs then maybe think about them for a few seconds and that's it, even if they notice!
I have more male friends than female friends because I can't stand the backbiting and cattiness. I don't have time for that negativity in my life!
It sounds like you have a good rest of the week planned! Happy birthday for Friday but I am sure I will stop by before then.
That nightmare sounds awful!
Della, I hate my batwings with a passion! Worse that that are the fat elbows!! But, like you, I really don't care so much anymore. I turn 75 this year, so you are not old!! Time does go much too fast, though. I enjoyed your post! Have fun with all you have coming up! xo
Hi Della!
I have bat wings too, but I’m 82! And guess what? I just do not care what anyone thinks. I have better things to think about. And ice cream …….. of course we’re going to eat some. And chocolate………yes we’re going to eat that too. I don’t want to be on my death bed thinking “I wish I had eaten that chocolate etc”Oh goodness.
That dream was awful! You poor dear………..I’m sure you woke up relieved it was just a dream. You have to wonder what that was all about 🫣
Have a wonderful day! Lots to look forward to 🥰
Marilyn from Canada 🇨🇦
Oh you are young yet! My sister will be 60 this month. I wear whatever I feel comfortable in...I am too old to be uncomfortable! Good to hear that you finally like your new knee! Have fun on your trip!
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