As I was shivering in my short-sleeved hoodie and tank top after the Ani DiFranco concert last week, it occurred to me, “Hey, the seasons are changing, you dumbass. Next time bring a sweatshirt!” My approach to choosing my clothes is to assume that today will be the same temperature as yesterday, which makes no sense because if that were true there would be no seasons. I must think I live on the equator.
The changing seasons mean a lot for my weight loss. I’m going to have to buy a whole new winter wardrobe, again, for the third year in a row. Yeah, this is the part where I send out engraved invitations to my pity party and no one RSVP’s. “Ooooh, that’s so horrible, PastaQueen. You’re so small you have to buy new sweaters. We feel so, so, terrible for you.” I know, it’s a good problem to have, but it’s still a problem. I still mourn the loss of my fuzzy brown extra large sweater. It was so soft and flattering of my coloring! At least I’m small enough that I can find lots of stuff at the thrift store now. Luckily, I don’t think I’ll have to buy a new winter coat. Yay! The old one was a bit tight last year but now it’s a bit loose, so there’s about $100 saved. I could put it towards buying an alpaca. I’d rent a carport for him to live in and I’d start making my own yarn and knit my own sweaters. Or I could just hit the clearance racks.
As it gets colder it will also mean I’ll have to abandon my beloved trail and head inside to run on the treadmill. I anticipate that this will suck hardcore. I wasn’t serious about running last year, but yesterday I ran 5 miles in 55 minutes. This was tolerable because I had changing scenery, but I don’t know how I’m going to cope with looking at a wall for almost an hour. Last year I watched TV shows and got through both seasons of The Venture Brothers and almost all five seasons of Justice League and Justice League: Unlimited. Right now I’m contemplating watching every episode of Daria. The other danger with the treadmill is that I can hop off at any time, whereas on the trail once I’ve run two and a half miles in one direction I pretty much have to run back or take up hitchhiking. I also have a new downstairs neighbor, so I have no idea how the sound of me jogging on his ceiling is going to go over.
The one good thing about fall is that it heralds the return of Jell-O’s pumpkin flavored instant pudding. Mmmm! It’s not sugar-free or fat-free, but oh well, Jell-O, I love you anyway. I’ll indulge in it reasonably with some fat-free whipped cream. It’s so much more exciting when you can only get a food for a limited time. It makes it more special, like Easter Peeps.
