Many times the two go together. Fat lady + chocolate cake = cankles.

Not so much in this situation!

Yesterday, I looked down at my feet and “holy shit” they were the size of wood logs that you’d put in the fire place! I was instantly shocked and of course focused on my big ass canks for the rest of the afternoon. So as I was feeling them to see if they had fluid I realize that I also have sausage fingers to go with my canks!

Our friend L was over and we went to the drugstore so that I could get a quick reading of my blood pressure. The first reading came out at 155/70 — but I’m pretty sure it’s because I had to waddle to the back of the store and was out of breath. The second reading was 122/60. Not too shabby.

Of course, last night Margot got to hear me moan and complain about the cankle legs and I’m pretty paranoid that my feet look like Fred Flintstones.

In other news — Wegmans Deluxe Chocolate Cake - THE BOMB. It’s gooey chocolate cake that has three layers seperated by the sweetest and thickest layer of chocolate icing I’ve ever tasted or seen in my life.

I got a mini one at the bakery and let’s just say… it was too mini and I should really hide the evidence from my dear partner before she gets home and realizes that I consumed the whole damn thing.