It looks like our little heat wave is over for now. Based on history, I’d say we will have 1 or 2 more of these later this summer. Strange thing about Seattle is that it is extremely equinox-based as far as the weather goes. Where most parts of the country really see summer around Memorial Day and ending at Labor Day, we really don’t get the seasonal change until the official starts of the seasons and then it just blammo - welcome to the next season.
I think I’ve slept 3 or 4 hours since Friday. Most of the rest of the time was laying there in a state of semi consciousness, feeling just so icky and uncomfortable.
About 2 this morning as I flipped over again, pushing Bosco away (who enjoys cuddling even more when it’s a billion degrees), I sat halfway up in bed. I swung my legs over to the other side and just sort of watched myself do it. The ease and increased flexibility and mobility I had sort of surprised me. As I started to bitch to myself about how stuffy and icky it was, seeing that even at 2 in the morning it was still about 90 in my apartment, I thought back to the Old Days and really just marveled. In Houston, even 73 or 74 degrees had me sweating profusely and barely able to breathe, certainly unable to do any sort of exercise. And yet, there I was lying there in an airless 90 degree room after walking miles and miles in the bright sun and heat most of the weekend.
I forget sometimes. Actually, I forget a lot. But this morning, in the middle of my complaining, I paused and smiled. I am forgetting now…forgetting just how incapacitated I once was, how miserable, how unable to tolerate the elements. It’s things like this I need to remember, especially when I wig out over a 5-7 pound weight gain. Because I’m never going back to that again and need to keep reminding myself of that.
