A long time ago in a galaxy 130 pounds away, I could not:
~Fit into my bathtub without flooding my basement
~Lift myself out of my bathtub in under 3 minutes
~Fit most back seatbelts in most cars (importantly my mom's)
~Towel myself off from a shower without breaking a sweat
~Sit up in bed to pull the covers over me in bed without getting out of breath
~Walk more than 30 feet without getting out of breath
~Wear a bathing suit in front of strangers
~Be around large groups of people
~Fit into a theater seat without my sides getting pinched & squeezed
~Go to an amusement park out of fear that I wouldn't fit
~Wear a size 14
~Pick something up off the floor (I'd just kick it out of sight)
~Wash dishes without my back aching
~Sit down in small chairs for fear they would break
~Walk on a treadmill for longer than 4 minutes
~Catch 3 year olds in "duck duck goose"
~Wear a size 9 shoe
~Walk around a mall without my feet killing me
~Eat a salad at a restaurant
~See my collar bones (do I mention this too much
)
~Pass up a 3 for $1 sale on candy bars
Okay I could go on and on, but I'm sleepy. There's something odd I noticed awhile ago and I can't quite remember it. Now I'm annoyed with myself.