Random Ramblings Are Random

The day I left my last place I weighed myself and found I was 214lbs. When I weighed myself three days ago, I found I was 200lbs. It explained why my usual work pants have started falling off my ass lately. So, with that in mind, I have picked up a couple new pairs of jeans. Well, new to me. Hello Value Village! If I could get away with wearing leggings at work, I absolutely would. But leggings don't belong in a gas station environment. Hell, they don't belong in most work environments. This means I basically live in jeans or jeggings (not those cheap printed-on type either). Stretch denim for the win. Seriously. And because I hate baggy legged pants on me in general I always go for skinny jeans. Yes, I'm well aware of the opinion a lot of people have about fat people wearing skinny jeans. But so many larger people that wear these kinds of pants tend to wear at least two sizes two small for their body. I get it, but there is nothing worse than a muffin top rolling over the

This same day last week saw me packing up a 15' U-Haul truck and cleaning my old place. The plan was to be at my new place by 7pm. That did not happen. No, instead I was still packing the truck at that time. One, I still have more stuff than I realized. Two, my former neighbours were complete assholes. While the first point is something I'm working on, the second is no longer my problem. Thank fuck for small miracles. I ended up at my new place at around 8:30am the following day. Thank goodness it was a holiday here in Canada, because there is no way I would have been able to get everything moved in by myself. At least not in time to get the truck back by 10:30am. My new landlady and her son helped get everything off of the truck in time for me to get the truck back on time. It was supposed to be back no later than 7:45am, but considering I'd left my old place at that time, it wasn't going to happen. Such is life. This past Friday saw me, with the help of a friend, fina