Back to the Mall

Here’s how I can tell it’s January—I’m struggling to get in my daily exercise. Now, ya know I need to do this and NOT just so’s I can avoid blowing up to Jabba the Hut-esque dimensions. My sinuses function much better and I avoid the deep dark mood pits.  Exercise—it's a hat trick full of win.

Sunday was a mega blustery, rain soaked day down here in Valhalla. It was warm (48º!) but the wind would’ve blown elephants off their pins. Serious. I got out the door, down as far as the seawall (across the damn street!), turned around and came home. I was drenched to the bone.

ugliest outfit EVAH!

What to do, what to do? I badly needed to get out, get moving, work up a good sweat but the weather was just too bloody daunting.

The mall. I could go back to the mall and walk. It's big. I can get in three miles.

BUT I HATE that place! It’s better than doing the treadmill though, right? MAYbe.

Yeah, "woof" it down cuz, god forbid you should taste it

After changing into dry clothes, I lit out for the South Shore Plaza Palace of Consumrism. *sigh*

I’ve forgotten, since last year, the specifics of why the joint gets to me. Things like:

* Victoria’s Secret and their ridiculous thongs, “boy shorts” and neon colors on white mannequins. FYI, pasty white folk do NOT look good in fluorescent oranges and pinks. Really. Don't do it, pale skin looks panfully sallow in ultra vibrant blazing shades and the wearer just flat out vanishes behind the glare. 
Also too, women still wear these absurdly uncomfortable strips of butt floss masquerading as underdrawers? Thongs, like high heels, have a place—the bedroom (or wherever else you choose to boink). Sadly, too many women seem to feel that these should be worn as part of regular dress. Life's short—get comfortable.
* All the specialty clothing shops for women sizes 12 and up. When did 12 become a plus size?
* The food vendors who invite us, not to enjoy the taste of their comestibles but to binge and, otherwise, stuff ourselves into comahood and Diabetes Land.
* The wretched, WTF were they thinking, window displays. Ugly orange sweater with navy pinstriped skirt? Yeah sure, that's a real winner. //snort//

No wonder 2015 was The Year of the Rant—mall walking was all I could do last winter.

Today, so far, is bright sunny day but, at the moment, only a piddling 20º. I’m gonna break out my beloved trike but maybe not until after we've accumulated a few more degrees.