I was at Starbucks today ordering my new coffee drink (tall skinny vanilla latte–one less point than the drink i used to order and 4 less points than my original coffee drink at the Bucks) when i saw a woman in line who had to be every bit of 300 pounds. She was shorter than i am and her legs nowhere near as strong as mine. Yet she was wearing what had to be 3.5 to 4″ heels. I looked at her and marveled. I stopped wearing heels when my weight started to sky-rocket because my knees and ankles were starting to hurt. But there she was heavier than i was and looking very much at ease and comfortable. That encouraged me. If she can do it. I can do it.

I’m going home tonight and see what shoes i can break out again and wear. I won’t be able to actually gives this a try until next week because i have to wear “the uniform” every day until next Tuesday. And heels just don’t go with the uniform. But on Tuesday of next week the fat girl will break out with some heels to wear when i’m doing my administrative assistant gig. This could be fun