Today I am beset with first world problems.
I'm tired. Not because I had an 18 hour double shift day of manual labor, because my cell phone rang at 4:45 this morning and thinking it might be a Matt related emergency I kept out of bed and dashed to answer it. The cold warning was going off on the alarm in utopia. I texted the utopian care taker to check on the house. But I think tomorrow I'll have to drive up and check for myself. I don't trust the guy. He just doesn't care enough. Poor me. (Wink wink) I was so angry over being woken up on the one morning when the last thing I said to myself before going to bed was "Hurray! I can sleep in tomorrow!" I've been awake ever since.
My other fabulous problem is that my new Just purchased this fall fat jeans are so loose I can pull them down and up again without unbuttoning them. Also, billowy legs. They do not flatter. I made the mistake of actually checking out my rear view in the mirror. Not a happy sight! I'm sure that somewhere in my chaos there are a size smaller jeans, and to be honest, I don't mind if I only have one pair. (But I probably have more) I can do laundry frequently. I have to dig the next size down out. Then I'm going to give the loose jeans away. Yay me!
Another positive to eating right is that during this painful cold spell I have much more room to layer up under my coat. There is extra space in there too. Yay again!
And here is an interesting observation: when the muscles of my shoulders are in their typical locked up state I can swing my super heavy tripod and camera over my shoulder and take off into the woods. When, on a rare occasion I am not locked up with stress, it hurts like crazy to lie that heavy metal pole on my shoulder. I can't win.