Florida, day 3, part the first: wherein many plans derail and I renew my dislike of Grandma

[shadesong]

Woke up at 9, which still felt too early, especially with the lack of coffee. Dealt with a small attack of the whines on the part of Miss Kid, who's already getting spoiled - I don't like this at all. Finally got her into her gi and drove out to her Florida dojo.

Which was closed "due to family emergency".

Okay. Pros and Cons. Con: I won't get to meet the sensei. Pro: This means my parents will *definitely* pay the $150 for her to train there, as I'll be back in Georgia by the time she goes again. :)

Went to brunch. At this point, it starts pouring, so we stay in the restaurant for an additional half hour. Upon leaving the restaurant, as it is still pouring, it takes my parents and sister another 20 minutes to figure out how to get to their cars.

I swear I am not related to these people.

It is also important to note that I had planned to go shopping with edie22 this morning/afternoon, as Elayna and I both need bathing suits and I *really* am in critical need of new panties. However, it is now around 12:30 already, and Mom has announced that we are visiting Grandma.

Good old Grandma.

I really don't think Grandma likes me much.

So. We get to Grandma's. At this point, the headache that had been brewing since the rain began has slammed into me full force. It takes 10 minutes of explaining this to Grandma to get a simple glass of milk. The woman has questions about everything. "What are those? Excedrin Migraine? Is this a migraine you're having? Why are you taking a migraine pill, then? Why do you even have those in your purse? How often do you have migraines? Why don't you have the bottled water? I have plenty of bottled water. So fine, have the milk, whatever."

It is also worth mentioning that I've been having hideous muscle cramps in my right calf for the entire trip. Just so you know. Not that that's relevant at the moment.

After an hour of Grandma looking at me and shaking her head, I remind Mom that I was supposed to call edie22 an hour before I wanted her and darkmattr to meet us. After a lengthy back-and-forth, she allows that we will likely be home within the hour. I call. darkmattr says they're having more water-leak problems and have to wait for the appliance repair guy to show up.

Well, hell.

So. Now. No shopping. And I still have no food or booze for tonight. It's a BYOB, y'all.

We hug Grandma goodbye. As we leave, she gives me a Look and says, "You're putting on weight. You'd better watch yourself."

Gee, thanks, Grandma. Had it not been for you and your darling daughter, who lectured me on my diet most of last night, and Celeste and Arlene at Castle, who slapped my newly-rotund ass, I really would not have noticed the 20-pound weight gain.

News flash: I have gained weight. For like the first time ever. I am perfectly aware of this. No, I'm not happy that I look like this, but my choices are this: either eat salad every day, go in for lipo, or deal with it. I am choosing to deal with it.

Do you know why I have gained weight?

I will tell you.

For the past 5 years or so, minus this last one, I have suffered from frequent stress-related migraines. These were due to the hell that my relationship with and marriage to James put me through.

I don't have them anymore.

Because I am *happy* now. I am content. So I no longer have those 6 to 8 days per month when I am incapable of eating.

And I would rather be chubby and happy than skinny and suicidal, thank you very much. So shut the fuck up and deal with it - I am.

Rant over.

So we go to Target to look for a bathing suit for me and several bathing suits for Elayna. Nothing in Target is on its correct hanger. And they do not appear to have anything below a size 8, and not much below a size 14. So. Nothing for me. Managed to find a few suits for Miss Kid, as well as the new SpongeBob SquarePants DVD and a Hermione Granger doll. Cool. At this point, Howie calls and says they're coming over. Extra cool.

We pay. We go home. I attempt to decompress. I e-mail. I look at my friends page on LJ. Still no Edie and Howie. Where are you guys?

And that has caught us up to now. I'm sure tonight's party will warrant a separate post. :)

Comments

Yay!

[sambear.livejournal.com]

I love it when a woman frees herself from these "fat" difficulties that *other people* have with her. I think round women are particularly beautiful.

Re: Yay!

[shadesong.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm not fully round - just getting roundish. Getting there from a size 0, which was traumatic at first... but, y'know, either I make myself miserable in order to be a size 0, or I accept that I am going to be rounder and don't deprive myself of the necessary food and/or self-respect.

[technomom]

Waitaminnit. You can't find a bathing suit that's small enough? You are not chubby, sweetheart. You can't be :-)

[shadesong.livejournal.com]

It's not just weight - it's height. A larger bathing suit might be good for my width, but the crotch of it would be down to my knees!

It's not that I'm chubby as the world sees chubby - I'm chubby for *me*. I weigh 20-25 pounds more than my ideal weight, which ends up looking like a lot on someone who's under 5 feet tall. So I still wear I size small - I just have a mommybelly and big butt and thighs.

[bethynyc.livejournal.com]

so you are what, now 110 pounds? Honey, ,that's what I was when I graduateed college at 5'1". I'm not that much taller than you and a way lot heavier. Don't worry, I'm sure you look great and not as if you are going to break, which is what I always think when I see size 0 girls.

Ask the parents if you should start barfing every day. Really really sarcastically. I think that being happy is much more important than being thin, especially if it was such hoirrible stress that caused you to be thin in the first place.

You. Are. Not. Fat.

[m0usegrrl.livejournal.com]

and i was 110 pounds at my absolute fittest -- and you know i'm shorter than you.

what Bethy said.