Body: Yep. I'm still recovering.
Mind: I can't believe it's been six weeks already.
Body: Still recovering. You hear me?
M: I can't even put into words how much I love him.
B: That was all me, by the way. I grew that.
M: Seriously. More and more every day.
B: You're welcome.
M: I can tell things aren't the same. Anywhere.
B: Ya think?
M: I get down on myself sometime for not having things instantly back to normal.
B: Give me some time, for crying out loud. Look at what I just did. Can I have a little credit? Please?
M: I wonder if I can start running...or should I say, run/walking (aka wogging) next week?
B: I wish you'd give it a rest and chill out already.
M: I hope I can.
B: You're going to get frustrated if you think you can just go back to the way it was instantly.
M: I know, I know! Seriously, I know. I'm ready. I'm ready for the first "this sucks and I just peed my pants" run.
B: (No you're not.)
M: I'm slowly but surely dropping this weight, and that's good.
B: Once again, I JUST GREW A PERSON. CUT ME SOME FRICKEN SLACK.
M: My stomach looks like a deflated balloon.
B: SERIOUSLY I can't even talk to you right now.
M: I signed up for the Turkey Dash again this year...I know I won't be out at the bars driving my drunk best friend around until 3am like last year so maybe I'll actually make it?
B: If you think you can run the whole thing, you're on crack.
M: I KNOW!!!!! I'm fully accepting the fact that I will be wogging.
B: (No you haven't.)
M: It will be fun just to be out there and at a race again.
B: Don't forget. I just baked a person for you, so no getting pissy at being slow for the first few months.
M: I know!
B: (No you don't.)
M: No, REALLY. I know, I know, I know. You're much smarter than me. I think I finally understand that. You got me here. And you got me this:
B: Well it's about time.
M: I wonder if I will be OK to start running next week....?
B: Oh brother.