…Mobility.
When I went to the YMCA on Saturday I inadvertently parked my car too close to the white line…on the driver’s side. Following my workout, I discovered the car to my left was also parked too close…to the same white line. One of Santa’s elves could not have opened my door and squeezed his tiny self through such a tight space.
I panicked. And in an instant I mentally became the person I was when I was at my top weight. I dreaded waddling into the gym and asking a staff person to run around in search of the other car’s owner. Maybe I could assemble hubs and other hunky males to lift my car. That wouldn’t be embarrassing at all. My mind raced for about a minute.
Thankfully my brain brought be back to the person I am today. While certainly not at goal weight I am someone who can complete half marathons and sprint triathlons. I can shop in “regular” stores rather than plus stores. I can take a flight without a seat belt extension. And by-golly I have the mobility to enter my car through the passenger door and climb over to the driver’s side.
And that’s exactly what I did.
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That is hilarious… AND familiar. I’ve had the same experience, oh, and a giant blue/purple bruise on my hip as proof (thank you, blood thinners). Next time I’ll try the passenger door, too.
Yes, Jo, use the passenger door!