Fat-Calved Broads for Boots!

I've been putting off writing a new blog post for awhile - sometimes real life gets in the way of my internet life, you know? At first, it was just that I was horribly disappointed in myself for a sudden halt in my weight loss.  I felt that if I was going to blog - I just knew what it would be about. It was going to be the written equivolent of a pity-party.  It was going to be about how much I love Cheetos and I hardly ever eat them, and yet I'm still not thin.  It would have been a wreck.  And then I'd have a sad blog about my fatness...Yeah, so I just avoided it.  Then, it just got very busy in my life - I don't really know exactly why - I think maybe I finally decided to tackle the sink full of all my dishes or the TWO laundry baskets full of clothes.  And then, then I had some health issues.  (No, no, I'm much better now, thank you.)  I didn't have the flu, or some common place cold - oh, no - much too simple for me.


I had hives.


Really. Red, patchy, puffy, super intensely itchy HIVES.  And you know what? I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M ALLERGIC TO!  After four days, tons of Benadryl, half a bottle of calamine, and about a tube and a half of hydrocortisone cream - I am all better! Well...not itchy, at least. Rest assured, dear readers, there will be a separate post for that experience.  In short:  it felt like I was the subject of  some Biblical plague.  I'd rather not re-live it at the moment, so that statement will just have to tide you over until I post about it. The post will be sans-pictures, I'm sure.


Today I am ranting.  And I'm ranting about something I don't often consider, but when I do - man, it gets me going!  Today I'm ranting about...Boots.  Yeah. Boots.  They're awesome? Why, yes! They're lovely, and quite fashionable, and usually pretty useful!  But what does a voluptuous half-filipino (who constantly goes to the gym and yet never really loses any weight?!?! Gaaaaah) who has very muscular man-calves do when it comes to wearing boots?!?!  Well - I will tell you...

I usually don't.

Because I have gi-normous calves.  And it makes me sad. And maybe my legs could use the extra warmth, seeing as it seems like I live in the tundra sometimes. I've never even owned wellies, because they just don't look right on my super thick legs - but what if my pants get splashed on?  WHAT THEN?


Then I just have wet pants.




It's sad....well, it's not that tragic.  But it is kinda lame.