I’d made a to-do list for today, and at the top of it was giving my new running shoes a go at the gym. That was moderately successful. I tweaked my left knee and aggravated a decades-old knee injury, so there won’t be any running for me in the foreseeable future.
Second on that list was to call each of the credit card companies that I had accounts with for stores that sold plus-sized clothing so that I could close the accounts. I sat and called each one, methodically, systematically, and with great cheer closed each account.
As I closed each one, I felt a weight being lifted from my shoulders. It also felt a bit like slash-and-burn clear-cutting of a field. And I suppose it sort of is, in a way: I made way both literally and metaphorically for new clothing choices by shedding the keys to the stores that for so long were my only choice for clothing.
And now that I can wear an XL in misses clothing, the possibilities for me to look pretty freakin’ awesome are wide open.
La Guerra de La Gorda 