Tonight at work, it was payday. Which means running all over backstage at the theater trying to find the people before it gets too close to show time.
The actors' dressing rooms are up this long, circling staircase (last rooms are on the fourth floor) and then wardrobe, hair and the musicians are in the basement. As the evening started, I took my time walking around trying to find everyone but as time ticked away and I still had a stack of checks in my hands, my pace picked up and pretty soon I was flying up and down those stairs looking for everyone. By the time the curtain rose, I had finally managed to find everyone and I realized something...
I wasn't even breathing heavy.
Nine months ago I would have been in agony had this been required of me. I would barely have been able to make it to the top of the stairs once with stopping and gasping for breath. Now, it was just a normal day in my life.
It was a nice non-scale victory. Just one of those little things in life that most people don't really think is that difficult and therefore don't realize its significance. I hope that as I maintain my weight I am still reminded of these little victories from time to time. I don't ever want to get to the point where I take these things for granted.
Congrats!! That is so cool. I need to figure out more NSVs so I do not get so stuck on the number.
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