So last night, I get home a little late after services, and I decide instead of a shower I’m gonna take a bath. The weather has cooled a little, and it’s still a little damp from an earlier rainstorm. So I manage to get into the tub with a minimum of huffing and puffing, but later, between my bad left shoulder, my not so great knees and the fact that I seem to have gotten wider, while the tub has, indeed, not…, I can’t figure out how to get the #%^* out! I can’t seem to push myself up from a sitting position and there’s no room to turn to get myself onto all fours. This is ridiculous. I’m gonna have to wake up my husband and have him haul me out, or if that doesn’t work call the fire department. Can you imagine? No, don’t. Just…don’t. How did this happen? I’m healthy. I’m strong. I’m overweight, yes, but not yet a candidate for “My 600 lb Life”. Is gravity a little stronger wherever I go? Doubtful. Are my bones magnetic? Not so much. I think I may just be scared. Mistrusting that this body I no longer recognize will work the way it is meant to.  It is a wake up call. My body is perfect no matter what the size, it will do what needs to be done. At the same time, it deserves respect. Exercise, nutrition, love both from others, and especially from myself.  The petals might be a little droopy, but they are still beautiful. Old Flowers

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