Am I talking about some old-fashioned breakfast cereal? Oh, how I wish! No, dear reader, these words are the sounds that my body has started making when I move. I never used to make uncontrollable cracking sounds when I walked. In fact, I used to make fun of my husband for not being able to sneak up on someone because his knees were constantly cracking. Now he can make fun of me too - there's nothing right about that.
Within the past year or so, I've noticed strange cracks coming from my right foot as I walked across the office. Those were followed a few months ago by the crackling, grinding sound of my left knee as I go up or down stairs. (It's especially lovely first thing in the morning when I'm heading down my apartment stairs to our garage.) Then, yesterday morning as I was putting on my pantyhose (a task I despise anyway), I noticed a popping sound coming from my left elbow as I was using my thumb to roll them up. My body has become a symphony of the sounds of tendon erosion.
Seriously? Have I aged so much in the past year that now my joints are cursing me? Come on! Remember a few posts ago, I started talking about how I'm losing weight and feeling better about myself? Yeah, well now I'm feeling self-conscious about all of the unexpected and unwelcome noises that I make when I move. Maybe if I just stand still when flirting, I'll be okay...
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