For my brief transitional period, I've nicknamed my sleeve "Eve" and I am learning that she is in control, lol! I tried to eat a cold popsicle, but Eve said no, I'm not ready yet and stomach cramps ensued. I was gonna skip one of my walks for the day, but Eve the sleeve said, No ma'am. I want to want 1 1/2 miles right now. So I got up off the couch (with stomach cramps) and the more I walked, the happier Eve became. I always used to hear that your gut is your second mind, but currently, my gut (aka "Eve the Sleeve") is my first mind and I am doing as she says because the consequences are relentless cramps. I wonder if she'd like flowers or a poem.
Oh, Eve...how I love thee, let me count the waves (of cramps!)
LOL!
