my pantry door...
Friday, August 14, 2015
... used to be open all the time. Now it's closed with a sign on it where I'm counting down the days until I have to sit in that airplane seat.
No guilt or shaming, just a reminder of the inevitable. No matter what choices I make between now and then, I will be sitting in that seat, and bending over to retrieve stuff from under the seat in front of me. Will I be comfy? Or bloated and inflexible? Only I can choose!