My great-grandmother had terrible osteoporosis which resulted in a C-shaped back. But she was old. I have that same back at age thirty-two. Here I am opening my new Crock-pot on Christmas. (My . . . um . . . maturity is showing in the fact that I was thrilled with that gift.)
Look at my back! Ewww. I refuse to believe that it is too late to correct my hump. Therefore, I resolve to be vigilant about my posture. I resolve to strengthen my oft stretched and parted abdominal muscles to prevent the slump. I resolve to stop allowing my knees to hyper-extend, fuller encouraging the slouch.
Parenthetically, I recently looked down at my weird, wrinkly belly and my sad, post-weaning nursers and wondered aloud, "Whose body is this?"
Has that happened to anyone else?