And yet, I find myself unable to stop. It is indescribably satisfying to see literally years and years of dead skin peeling away, like snake skin. I feel as if I have lost a shoe size. The color of my feet is even different now (not counting the blood and scabs), having gone from a dull yellowish to a pretty pinkish color – the color of live skin! I had no idea I was carrying around all that dead skin.
But I really need to lay off until the little cuts heal. It’s going to be difficult.
My pal in the Canary Islands believes that I may have a problem here. That’s probably because as we were chatting today, I disappeared for a significant period of time to tend to my wounds. Even as I continued my callous-shaving. But it’s not a problem. Because I can stop anytime I want.
I can! See? I’m not callous-shaving now! And see? Not callous-shaving now either!
Yoga makes for some pretty damn calloused feet. But I’m cool. I’m still typing. Not shaving my callouses….NOT. SHAVING. MY. CALLOUSES.