What's in a name?

That which we call a rose ... oh boy, I haven't even started this post and already I've digressed ... 


Prior to this blog, the last name I gave was to my fur-child (heck, I can't even call a cat - a cat).  I give everything a ton of names.  My cat's name is Coco Fiona.  I call her Fee, Fee-o-lay, Fee-arella, Chow, Chow-chow, Furdoll, Furlover.  You name it - I call "Coco" it.  I talk to her only in baby talk - yes, I am disgusting.


Again, I've digressed.  The name of this blog is the topic !  And I will stay on topic !


While I knew I wanted to start a blog when doing research about the band (in fact, Lap Band Girl was one of the first blogs I read) because I liked the idea of getting my frustrations out on paper (as it were) rather than pacify my frustrations with food (wow, I must be one frustrated gal to 'pacify' all this weight !).  I just never gave the title any thought .... 


Now, I have a list like most bandsters of all of the things I want from the band (healthy, liking the mirror, etc).  Many of our lists look the same but one thing I didn't ever see was the topic of boots.  


All I want from life is to be able to put on a pair of cute, small heeled boots and a jean skirt (whoops, jean skirts are not in style any more) and not look like a sausage with two leather casings sticking out the end.  Not only do I have fat calves but I also have fat ankles.  Always have. Back before soccer was popular (1978, if I recall) I was on a soccer team and fell in hole after hole - spraining ankle after ankle.  Getting myself in a pair of walking boots will be a HUGE victory.  I'd like to reach this milestone before I'm 50. (One year, 6 months and 16 days from now.  Don't get excited - it's easy to calculate when your bday is the first of the month and you celebrate half-birthday).