Shopping Is Fun (and other things)

It is no secret that I love to shop. I have always loved to shop. Even when I was at my heaviest shopping was fun. However, I mostly stuck to buying shoes.

I always bought shoes because they fit. They fit if I gained 5 pounds or if I worked out. The shoes would always fit.

I honestly can't tell you when the last time I bought a pair of shoes was. Maybe May? I don't remember. I don't remember because now clothes shopping is as fun as shoe shopping. I can go into stores that I haven't been able to shop at for years and buy things.

I know walking into the Gap and getting a pair of pants may not seem like a big deal to some, but to me, it's a big deal. I am so proud of myself as well as excited.

While I was in Florida, I did like most people do in Florida and wore flip flops and walked barefooted. This became a problem because of my foot. I am now having bad pain in my right foot. I guess there's another trip to the doctor in my near future.

Hope everyone had a great fourth and a has a great week.

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