Body Snatcher

This is the perfect time of day and I intend to enjoy every moment of it.  A lazy Sunday morning lingering in bed with nowhere to be and no reason to get up makes me purr like a kitten.  I can tell it’s early as the sunlight is soft as it peeks through my bedroom blinds.  I drift off to sleep again for just a little longer and wake feeling like I cheated Sunna out of her duty to get me up.   I slowly rise and make my way to the shower.  A gentle rain washes away the night and my homemade lavender & rosemary body scrub invigorates me.  Ready to face the day I pull back the shower curtain and reach for my towel.  I’m startled and look behind me thinking there is someone else there.  But it’s a ridiculous notion for I know I am all alone.  I turn back around and look in the mirror.  That can’t be me I think.  That’s not MY body.  What’s going on?  I dry myself off and step out of the shower for a closer look.

 

Hum.  The body is vaguely familiar but does fall short of what I’m used to seeing reflected back at me.  Maybe I need a new mirror - maybe a “man mirror”.  You know the one - every time you look into it you get better looking and younger!  I wonder if I can find one that’s made for a woman.  If only it was that simple. 

 I quickly dress in comfortable shorts and a tee shirt which, of course, doesn’t fit this BODY very well.  It’s definitely not the mirror.  I decide to make a cup of tea and mull over this disturbing situation.  While my tea steeps, I do my morning sun salutations.  This isn’t going too well either.  This body doesn’t have the same flexibility or range for my usual yoga routine.  And when I am in the Downward Dog position I see that the skin around these knees is all bunched up and wrinkled - better suited for a Shar Pei than me.  This is far worse than I imagined.  I stop my yoga in the middle of the routine. 

Upset, I get my tea and settle on the porch.  When did this happen?  I feel as though I have been robbed - someone has taken my youthful body and replaced it with this old thing.   Did I look away just long enough for someone to snatch it from me?  Or is it something more sinister " perhaps they took their time, gaining my trust and slowly taking away my body in bits and pieces until it was too late and my youthful body was gone.

I guess I have no choice.  Unless the thief returns my body I will have to keep this one.  I now have the daunting task of learning what this body can do and how much time and effort it will take to get THIS body in shape.  I am not looking forward to this.  Oh, I already miss my body.