This poses a problem because I also hate having unpainted toenails. So in order to be able to paint said toenails, I have to put my foot up on the side of the tub or on the foot board on my bed. Then I can bend over and reach them well enough to get the job done. But even then, to be able to reach across my body with my right hand and be able to reach my left foot has always proven tricky. It’s like when I reach across, all of my fat gets pushed up and in weird places and gets in the way. Somehow my belly ends up being up around my neck...once again cutting off all circulation. So anyway, my right foot usually looks decent. The left foot though…not so much. I am the opposite of ambidextrous. I can barely hold a fork properly in my left hand. So having to paint toenails with my left hand sometimes leaves my foot looking like my three year old did it.
But yesterday I was able to hike my foot up and paint my left foot with my right hand.
It’s the little things.
From my highest weight (about 6 months ago), I weighed in today at 56 pounds down. 30 pounds down since surgery day.
Still praising God at the ease of the surgery and that I was able to even have this opportunity in the first place. He is good.