There Might Be Falling

Rock climbing was on the table for today but I didn't know what time it was going to jump off.

I got a call at 11:15 for a noon rendezvous -- just at the time that I had put maple syrup and SO Delicious coconut creamer in my nice big coffee mug.

I sat, for awhile, debating whether or not to go even though I had been jonesing to climb the rocks. Part of my dilemma came about because I'm a newbie and I still require tips. I even debated whether or not my presence would be a hassle for the veterans.

Be flexible, I told myself. I also threw in a chill out for good measure. And I did chill out. I finished up my coffee, got ready and grabbed a SportVit bar.

I'm always a little nervous when I've been away from rock climbing for awhile. When I was belaying for Patti, she told me that it was a new route for her so there might be falling. Smart woman even though I'm an alert belayer.

I climbed, mostly, 5.6 routes today but I also tackled a 5.7 route in the corner. I'm so proud of myself. Hopefully, I'll get to 5.8 one of these days.

It was interesting to chitchat with Patti who is lactose intolerant. She does not really eat out or eat other people's food because, people -- myself included -- forget how much food is made with butter et al. As for me, I often decline other folks' food now because people will tell you that they made something that's not bad when they have doused it with oil or butter...

After climbing, I went to get some transition pants at the ScholarShop.


I tried on a size 14 that was too tight but another pair, a 12, was a perfect fit; weird.

I got to the register all prepared to pay $6 dollars when the clerk said $4.50.


Wow, the ScholarShop was having a 25% off sale.

Au Revoir Blue Pants

My Aunt Al recently asked me how much weight I had lost. A smile spread across my face because her question coincided with my 50 pound milestone.

You're going to have to get a new wardrobe.

I made a sound similar to a guffaw. My aunt was wonderfully optimistic to think that I could wear the same clothes.

If I had known then (May 2007) what I know now, I would have done a few things differently while embarking on this weight loss journey.

I have a ring that my Aunt Al gave me. I had it resized (pre-journey) since it was too small. Of course, the ring is now too big. I treated myself to a Silpada ring and the moment I purchased the ring, I realized it was an unwise choice.

When I bought this pair of pants, I could not wear them.

Then, I skipped completely over this size. Au revoir blue pants.

I did make one savvy purchase at the ScholarShop. I saw black C. J. Banks pants, practically new, with a $3.00 price tag but, wait, it was half off day and I was able to take the Banks home for $1.50. Those pants are now saggy but they made perfect transition pants.

These polka dot shirts amuse me. I like the playful pattern and I've been able to find them on sale at the end of summer. All of these shirts are different sizes.


Outerwear, underwear, spectacles, shoes and swimming suits are among the ill-fitting items that I possess.

When I mentioned to my counselor friend that my sunglasses no longer hug my face, she said:

That's proof that you cannot have everything.

I wonder if she talks to her clients in this way. Hunh, and she claims to dislike Dr. Phil's approach.

ScholarShop