Ennyhoo, while we were on our walk yesterday, Stephen pointed out that WALKING to our local Costco takes less time than it took to DRIVE in NC. Today, I tested whether check-out time was a factor in driving vs. driving. Since I needed to BUY things today (like that BOGO on dishwasher tabs), I timed how long my trip took. I left the apartment driveway at 11:30 and arrived at Costco before most of the walking-and-sampling lunch stations had even set up, so I wandered the store for more SHOPPING - looking at things like booze and swimsuits - knowing that I'd pick up the intend-to-purchase items once I'd started my "lunch." The entire trip, from driveway to driveway, including parking, leisurely shopping-and-snacking, and checking out, took 1 hour and 10 minutes. If you're playing along at home, that's ten minutes less than just driving the round-trip in NC. Woo Hoo! We're Home!
Before I left the house, I determined that, since today is the official "end of summer" and with Labor Day tomorrow meaning "no more white until Easter," I would wear the cutest white top I own. Upon donning it, I realized I'd need to cover my lower waist with jeans, because there's just a little more "pudge" around my middle than I'm willing to expose in anything other than a swimsuit.
|Also, be sure to walk through the store with arms covering waist,|
or at least push a shopping cart to "hide" behind.
But LATER, at the gourmet cheeses station, there she was again, and we were having a delightful conversation about how easy it was to eat the marinated mozzarella buttons, and that that is what made them a dangerous purchase, etc. ... and she complimented me. She had sized me up, earlier, and the disdain I felt coming from her stink-eye was, in fact, self-loathing. What she said to me at the cheese demo was something along the lines of "I was admiring how cute you look. I have a ways to go, etc." while indicating her dark, blousy top that was hiding her own body-shame. I thanked her many times for making me feel so good, and because I refuse to return a compliment with a compliment, I neglected to boost her self-esteem in any way. I regret that. I should have said something like "not as far as you think" or "you'll get there" but I didn't. I'm sorry, Young Lady. You helped me up a notch in my self-esteem, and I did not reciprocate. You look great. You really do. I wish I had said so.
Love me some Costco. Have a pretty good self-image, most of the time. Trying to be better about not body-shaming anyone.
|Stand like a dancer. Look like a dancer. Feel like a dancer.|