Has it really been more than three weeks since I posted last? It seems that the world is moving in fast-forward, while I gaze at my protruding belly button in amazement. Those around me also seem to be in permanent rave-mode.
I am usually a fast-mover, groaning while stuck behind a throng of tourists, impatient while waiting for someone to find the exact change, and loving the feel of loping with my pup. Lately, however, I’ve noticed that I’m being left behind.
It was first noticeable, walking with my teens, who told me to “stop dawdling.” (Teens in a hurry??) Next, came the three-flight sprint up stairs with a work colleague. While taking two stairs at a time, she babbled nonstop and didn’t notice I was slumped at the first landing. (I now understand the purpose of elevators.) Finally, there was a gallop with a neighbour, who normally strolls. She left me on a park bench panting.
Did I miss the memo to drink six red-bulls each morning?
Be kind to your big-bellied friends remember to SAUNTER while they waddle.
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