I hesitate to think it, never mind say it but…I think I might be losing. Gasp! My clothes are looser. My boobs are no longer oozing out of my bra like the Blob chasing Steve McQueen. I feel…better? I’m not sure what it is to feel better, so it is taking me a while to recognize it.I still do not have the courage to get on a scale. If I really knew how much I actually weighed, I would have to go lie down in traffic.
I am swimming a lot. I was on the swim team in college, in the Pliocene Era, and loved to backstroke. So that is what I am doing now. It is so calming, I lose count of the laps and just keep going. I learned stretching exercises for the pool from the personal trainer that have really helped my flexibility and the spasticity in my limbs.
So all this stuff is helping. Who’d a thunk it!?
