The picture I'm using for my post today was taken about two weeks ago. It shows my mom standing beside a sign posted on Main Street of a small Kansas town. The sign reads: "Satan Called. He wants his weather back."
Ain't it the truth? For the last two weeks the temperature has registered 90 degrees or more by ten o'clock in the morning. We've had maybe three drops of rain during that time period, and all the local weather forecaster has to promise is more of the same.
This kind of summer heat wave is miserable for anybody, but when you're overweight, it's agony. Last summer when the weather heated up, I could only bear to walk about ten steps at a time before I had to pause and rest. Sweat soaked my clothes, ran down my face, and stung my eyes. By breath came in painful gasps, and my heart pounded so hard I actually worried it might just stop altogether.