- There was a time (not too long ago) when I could smell my own feet. That’s right folks; I could get my toes to my nose with no problem at all. A few weeks ago, I was sitting on the couch with Hubs and noticed that my feet felt a little sweaty (which sort of concerned me since I had just showered) so since they were in Hubs’ lap, I asked him if they smelled. He made a gross face so I grabbed one of them and pulled it towards my nose only to realize I could only get it a little over half way and in the process made a sound like a 90 year old women had just stooped down and got back up. I seriously thought my hips might have broken it was so loud! I still don’t know if my feet smelled that night.
- My metabolism is not coming back. Like Ever. It’s a struggle to merely maintain my current weight. And my love affair with food is growing stronger and stronger year to year.
- There was a time my biggest “want” was a fun night out and a nice boyfriend. Now my biggest wants revolve around moving into an actual house coupled with getting Hubs to load the dishwasher and pick up his clothes.
- I’m still not sure what ‘Get your Diamonds Up’ means….
- 4 inch heels are getting less and less comfortable. And comfort wins out on fashion more times than not....nothing beats a good pair of fuzzy boots and leggings!
- Having a baby has turned into a high priority. Cause seriously, I’m not getting any younger. It was only a couple years ago my girlfriend and I joked around about having a 'community' baby...now I really want one of my own.
I’m sure this list will grow longer and longer the older and older I get but for right now, I’m hanging on to my youth as long as possible. Sure I could have smelly feet while wearing fat girl pants but all in all it’s not so bad....
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