and delivered one more perk. Sort of.
Maybe it was my imagination, but my shot hurt less today. Could it be a brand-new layer of baby fat to shoot?
In my forties, I injected my abdomen, because there, well, my fat was my friend.
But with the fifties, that abdominal fat disappeared, to be replaced by a lovely layer of lard around the waist. Strangely enough, it hurts a lot to shoot there. And stays sore a lot longer. The love handles, previously non-existent, are soft, fluffy and have become premiere injection sites.
This weekend more than ever. Naturally, I have stepped up my walking routine. Dog or no dog.
There's got to be at least 10 pounds semi-circling my waist. Good thing I return to work tonight.