At the end of sixth period, my carryall fell over, and two pencils flew out, rolling to a stop under a desk. I frowned. Crawling under that desk would *hurt*. My sore knees would shriek, my heels and ankles would ache, and I'd probably break into an embarrassing sweat. Rising back to my feet would be worse than crawling under the desk. Rats.
I took a deep breath, made sure my blouse covered the waistband of my now-too-large-jeans, and dropped to the floor.
And didn't feel a thing. I grabbed up the pencils, stood back up, and wondered where all the pain had gone.
In terms of weight, I've lost 25 pounds.
In terms of limitations, I've lost a lot more.
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