The butchering has rendered me a seat potato. 'No gym, no jogging, (hell!) no swimming! You would not want to reopen the stitches!'
And I can literally feel myself ballooning (blame it also on my mule-style stubornness to continue eating as if I could regularly move beyond a walking pace).
To add to the torture of feeling like lard: Both the pool and the gym are visible from my balcony. I can read their minds. The water is dying to swallow more latex-clad people and the treadmill needs to be pounded by the girl with ガゼット screaming in her ears.
Truth is, the 3cm red curve around my left rib can now be touched without sending out bolts of pain. I no longer walk in the 'totally paralysed on the left' (quote El) style, and I can bend double! So, since I would not be slamming my back hard against anything (remember, no group sports)or lying on my right side (I'd be running) at all, why are my legs still not going anywhere beyond regular paced strutting?
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It's getting closer to Tuesday! Then you can run and swim again! Yay!
ReplyDeleteI know I have said this countless times to you, and I will say it again now (and will say it to you countless times again in future :P).
YOU ARE NOT FAT AT ALL! RAH~
Thank you vincox!
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