I already had researched clinics.
The number was saved in my phone, and I was plucking up the courage to make the call…
And then I cracked after a spin class.
I still remember how the harsh fluorescent light in the changing room hit my pale white skin. The long wrinkles running up my arm were so weird and crinkly, making me look so much older than I was.
The tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn’t keep the brave face act up.
I was blubbering so hard into my towel that I didn’t hear the door open.
“What’s the matter, dear?”
It was Kelly.
A retired nurse in my class. A lovely woman, with legs that I couldn’t believe for 70 years old.
As she sat beside me, I told her everything.
She listened.
It felt good to get things off my chest.
When I stopped, I saw a wry smile on her face.
“Is something funny?” I asked, defensively.
Shaking her head, she put her arm around me.
“I was where you were a few years back.”
Looking at her arms, I found that hard to believe.
She told me about her weight loss journey after menopause, and the tough realizations she had…