Okay, am I classy or what? A post about sitting in the bathroom and starring at my hands. Hey, it was the sixties.
Well, not really, it was just last night but I can see where you might wonder. However, I was merely tired and the lighting in the bathroom is very strange.
I have lost around twenty-five pounds now and a whole new body image is developing. I now have ankles, instead of puffs where ankles should be. I can feel love handles melting away, and I have a new set of hands.
My rings no longer fit, but tend to flop to the side. First, I moved the left hand ring to the little larger right hand, now it is put away in the drawer. My month old watch has gotten tightened by one hole and is still a bit lose.
This is all encouraging and I have a bit more weight, okay more than a bit to lose but last night I discovered I did not recognize my hands. Not, the back of my hands, which I see daily for hours, typing away, but the inside of my hands.
For some reason, I turned my hands palm up and it was like: Whose little finger is that? It’s really small. And what is that puff above where the ring was and why are these fingers so blue on the inside.
Okay, that one IS weird, but I think it was the lighting. This morning, they seem a normal color.
It’s amazing what will entertain me when I am really tired.