?

Log in

No account? Create an account
'...and one of them is fat and groweth old' - Off the Cliff

> Recent Entries
> Archive
> Friends
> Profile

Links
tags
my stuff
woxin memories
all gall

Sun Oct 23rd, 2016


Previous Entry Share Next Entry
07:23 pm - '...and one of them is fat and groweth old'
In the dep't of first Things First I spent most of my rebate on a new winter jacket. My old one is less than two years old but it too has fallen prey to the underarm stink bug: which I now think is not sweat but a combination of my PH balance and the lycra tubes I wear instead of bras. Certainly I never noticed this when I wore cotton. But it's a distinct pungent odour and it travels from tube to tank top to long sleeved top to, alas, whatever synthetic my coat is made of. I just washed my old coat in scented Tide, which may mask the smell, but I don't know for how long.

Cruising the stores last week I saw a lovely light-weight silver thingy, perfect for dark nights, but it was gone when I got back. So I have a North Face jacket in a light forest green, which will at least let me tell it from everyone else's coat hanging up at work. It's a men's XL, the largest size they have, and it fits well enough. But I won't be able to wear a fleecy under it if the weather goes really cold. If I lost those fifteen pounds I put on in the last fifteen months, then yes; and especially if I lost the additional ten I put on before that; but this doesn't look likely.

However I did manage to walk twenty minutes yesterday without knee hysterics. Surely walking must have some effect on the aging metabolism?

(Really what I want is another plastic winter coat. That one was warm and wet-proof until it started cracking, *and* it had that so-useful arm pocket as well.)
Tags:

(post comment)


> Go to Top
LiveJournal.com