Footprints

In front of our shower, just besides the scales, lies a red terrycloth foot towel to prevent slipping when getting out wet.
For the longest time, the wet footprints I left on that were looking like the full outline of my foot, with no trace left of an arch, and I had resigned myself to believing that all that extra weight must have collapsed the arches on my feet. I could, at that time, wear no shoes that didn´t have moulded insoles if I didn´t want my feet to start hurting badly after walking or standing for even a short moment.
When I looked at the wet footprints I left this morning, what I saw was... a healthy-looking footprint, with no trace of a flat foot any more. The change may be partly due to some fat having condensed off my feet, and the other part would be the reduced pressure from those seventy-plus pounds less weighing on them.
It´s a small detail, but one more thing to show me how far I have come. What it also shows me is that at least some of the changes in my body brought on by having been obese are really reversible.
And I´m glad about that.

Julia