So, there I was trudging towards my long overdue hairdresser appointment and feeling the familiar shortness of breath that is most likely the first signs of angina that tormented my poor mother in the last decades of her life. Did I mention that I am turning into a hypochondriac? Then I had this thought - could it just be my posture? A thought became action as I pushed my shoulders back, thrust my chest (tits) out and felt the benefits immediately.
That was my joy today. Overcoming shortness of breath with one simple change, that and getting my hair cut.