At lunch yesterday, I tried squeezing myself between two tables. Sadly I'm not back to my pre-pregnancy shape yet and didn't quite make it through unscathed. The edge of the table, which was surprisingly sharp, scraped right across my incision scar. I didn't realize that it was still so tender. I thought of dropping to my knees and holding myself while rocking to ease the pain right there beside the buffet but I'd like to go back to that restaurant again. Instead I held my breath for awhile and told myself I'd be okay. Then I had a plate of butter chicken and curried cauliflower and everything was made right again.
I will pay more attention to that little line next time I try to think I'm smaller than I am! And maybe I will use it as a reminder to get myself in shape.
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