ch-ch-ch-ch-changes!
My office has a back door- an employee entrance- that looks sort of like this.
The push bar across the bottom is about belt buckle height, or maybe a little above.
For the last ten years, I have opened that door by walking up to it, my belly pushing the bar, and walking out.
Today, after a week away, and a few more pounds lost, I walked up to that door full tilt….
and pasted my face into it with all my might.
yeah, yeah. My gut is no longer big enough to push the door handle open.
Shut up and help me wipe this blood off the door, willya?
Hurts so good, does it not?
Fucking beautiful! Huh?
Really I’m wincing in sympathy, it just looks like I’m laughing!
Congrats, btw, for what that action means. Hope you haven’t experienced dumping yet. :)
Rick, I didn’t have the kind of surgery that ends in dumping.
Ouch.
So, are you going to have the bar moved up to face level now? ;)
ha… talk about needing to re-program your brain!
And that is a good thing Og