I have two victories to report this week. One, I'm a little more graceful and two I recognized a behavior to correct.
I'm a klutz. I was born that way. While I don't remember the incident, I remember my mother telling how she took me to the doctor when I was a child concerned that I had inner ear trouble because I fell down so much. I don't fall down nearly as much as an adult, but it happens. Most of the time, I bump in to things or am a bit unsteady on my feet. I could be in a large room devoid of all obstacles save one, and I would stumble on it. I would trip even though I would be concentrating on not tripping. Now, having lost weight, I'm not quite as clumsy. I know it is real. Partly because I don't think I realized quite how large I was and I didn't allow enough space and bumped in to things.
Another way I can tell is by my parking lot shoes. At work, I part at the farthermost parking space, to give myself a few more steps and leave the closer slots for clients. Until just recently, I had shoes that I wore specifically from my car to the building and back. (But it isn't that far!) They were affectionately deemed 'parking lot shoes' by my co-workers. I wear heels most of the time in the office (deemed stilettos by same co-workers) and I was nervous about walking that far in them. Now I wear the same shoes in both the office and the parking lot. I'm not afraid of falling unless there is ice.
I know I'll never be as lithe and agile as a ballerina. I've moved a long way from whatever I was before to where I am today.
I'm going to save my self-discovery victory for tomorrow. This seems long enough for today.
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