Did you know that Starbucks makes sizes other than venti? I’ve been drinking Starbucks for… a really long time. Perhaps since the first one opened in Minnesota. I know it has been my entire adult life for sure. For as long as I can remember, I’ve ordered a venti. The biggest size, the most caffeine. Always.
Did you know they make other sizes? Apparently I’d forgotten. Forgotten that medium become a small and small became kiddie sized.
There is drama in New York about the limits on the sizes of sodas, but it made me think, and perhaps that means it is a good thing. There are sizes other than large.
I don’t want to make changes in my life that are so large that I can’t maintain them. I don’t want to diet and then find that I can’t keep it up when real life happens. So, don’t give up the coffee, just order a smaller coffee. (with an extra shot)
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Yesterday the lovely Liz asked if anyone was interested in getting out of the house, so that she could keep from going stir crazy with the preschooler in her house. I jumped a the chance, despite the fact that I was positively unsure if I could handle it. A walk around a lake. Nearly three miles, longer than I’ve walked since… before H was born. I thought I was crazy.
Turns out I still have it. Even with three blisters (cute shoes = big blisters) even with the lingering remains of a cold, I did it. I didn’t once feel like giving up. I enjoyed myself. Even randomly meeting a friend on the way, finding we were connected in an unexpected way (sigoths work together).
Now I don’t feel so bad about ordering those rainbow knee high socks for the Big Gay Race. I will wear them proudly and walk the three miles in support of love, respect, and protections for everyone.
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Speaking of shoes, they are adorable, but I need to remember to proactively deal with the rubbing thing. I want to wear them more. Seriously, adorable.
See?
They look awesome as part of an outfit. They make me feel powerful. Until the point where they make me want to rip off my feet.
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My pretty red shoes ALSO made me want to die by about 2PM. They are sitting prettily in my office, waiting for me to come back, because they had to be abandoned so I could walk through the skyway to my car after work without ending up permanently injured.
You are looking great! 35 is treating you well!
That is funny. I refuse to give into their size naming system. I order a small. They repeat whatever the smallest size is to me. I say “sure, a small.” Honestly the people there couldn’t be nicer. But I still feel the need to fight the renaming of sizes. Bugs me somehow. Guess I am fighting the really important fights.
Love those shoes! So glad to run into you & Liz, too!
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