It’s not that I, since the birth of babyQ, can now actually see my feet [although that’s nice too] but I now actually have feet.
Over the past few days I’ve been wondering what’s wrong with my lower appendages, and now I know: they no longer look like those blow-up air gyms at kids’ birthday parties. I have ankles. I have arches. I have what appear to be slightly wider feet, but I’ve yet to put that theory to the test by wearing real shoes. I really should do that, as I suspect that continuing to wear flip flops will only increase the spreadage.
My hands, too, are somewhat back to normal although, as of last Friday, I could not yet put my rings back on. There was definitely hindrance at the knuckle. And I’m sure at least part of the remaining Buddha belly is due to a little water retention…really. Seriously. At last a little.
So, while I may not quite be back to my edema-free, publicly-married self, I am at least making process.
And yet, still drinking gallons more water than I ever have before…