In a couple of hours I am heading to the hospital to have surgery again, for the second time in two weeks. This time it is for a pretty routine female kind of thing. I should be done and at home by mid afternoon if all goes well. I actually had this scheduled since before I knew for sure that I would be getting my gallbladder out. I figured they would have me reschedule, but they said it would be okay. So by the end of the day I will have at least two more holes in my belly.
In a few days when I have gotten past this latest surgery, I plan to lace up my tennies and hit the gym. Lately I have been longing to exercise. It is such a wierd feeling for me. I am fairly confident that I have NEVER wanted to exercise, ever. I generally just don't like it. Actually, even in the past when I was pretty regular about it, I hated it. I hated being sweaty. I hated how red and flushed my face would get. Lately though I find myself just wanting to do it, to get moving, to run even. Weird. I am chalking it up to finally feeling good after feeling so cruddy for so long. I think too it is how good smaller pants feel. . . smaller pants that are comfortable even. I like it and want to keep that feeling.
My gratitude for today is for smaller jeans that are comfy. You gotta love when your comfy pants are your jeans and not just your sweat pants.