Well, it officially feels like summer here now.  Today’s temperature is suppose to reach 106 degrees and I am certainly not ready for it.  I don’t think I’m ever ready for this desert heat.   Take 106 and top it off with a hot flash and you have the recipe for a raving bitch!  LOL.

Anyway, since the summer heat is upon us, I’ve decided to pull out my shorts and find the ones that still fit me comfortably.   Well, I found a pair and with hesitation wore them to physical therapy today.

I was hesitant for a couple of reasons…. #1.  My poor little legs are so pale and in major need of some sun.  But the second and main reason is that my legs are so skinny (they’ve always been skinny, even before TM – lol) and they lack muscle tone and my skin doesn’t look good.   In spite of those reasons, I decided to wear my shorts anyway!

Well when I got to physical therapy, I passed by a mirror and saw my legs looking back at me!  I had such a hard time maintaining my composure…. I wanted to burst into tears!!!!  I know it  is ridiculous but that is how I felt.  I want to be able to say that it just made me want to work out harder and get my muscle tone back but that was not how I felt.  I couldn’t help but think….  Damn it, does every damn thing have to be a fight!?!!

Ugh!!!  Well, it has been several hours since that scary sight and I am home relaxing and it just occurred to me that in “recovery” there is mostly fighting going on otherwise it wouldn’t be a recovery.  I don’t know if that makes sense but its the best way I can explain coming to terms with this.

My whining for the day is officially over!!! 🙂