You know, the other day a little while ago, I realized that I was having trouble opening a jar of pasta sauce.
I mean really, a jar of sauce.
Well, there goes my arm muscles.
That's a good thing I suppose. I love my thinner arms.
But there are downsides too.
The other night I needed help putting the pool cover back on.
I have had a harder and harder time doing that.
I have needed help with boxes lately.
I have never had big arms, but they were usually quite strong surprisingly.
Now, not so much.
I mean a jar of sauce.
I had to hit the edge with a knife around the lid and then that didn't work,I still couldn't do it. And then the hot water method, still no. And finally I hit the edge really hard, enough to break the seal and it went.
Still really hard to turn after even all that.
Wow.
I felt like a girl.
I have always felt like a girl but this was different
I felt a little vulnerable.
Like I couldn't defend myself if I needed to.
This was a little scary.
I've always known that if I was attacked (and it has happened once or twice)
That I could defend myself.
Now, I'm not so sure.
I'm not sure I could fend of a rapist if I needed to.
I don't know about that.
I will miss that strength in a lot of ways.
That iron courage of knowing one's unstopability.
I will miss that.
And get some mace.
That will be a little weird.
I don't know.
I may need to get a jar opener.
Sara