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Once again, I sing the praises of the Therma-Care heat patch. Not my back this time, though. No, you don't want to hear about it.
Actually, all has been well in the back department for a while, now (knock wood). Exercise is really the key, I guess. I've been walking the Zweeble around a couple of blocks every day it isn't raining, and I figured out how much I can do at the gym without killing myself. That part is hard, because I actually want to work out a little harder than I am, but if I do I'm stiff and sore ... and that isn't good when I have to lift and carry an 18-pound ball of chaos around. So I just remind myself that in a few months I'll have worked up to it, and it'll all be good.
I took my yoga class last Thursday--and anyone who says yoga isn't a workout can bite my downward-facing dog. Oy, people. What I find interesting is that parts of my body are actually pretty flexible, while other parts are stiff as hell. And there's not much rhyme or reason to which ones are which. Oh, and Jason? That move you showed me right after the baby was born? Did that in class. Had to use my knees a couple of times, but I did hold it for a few minutes. My poor abs, they're like pudding.
I really enjoyed it, though. For every move that I thought would kill me, there was another one that felt really cool.
Plus, really, my motivation at the gym? I want to do stuff that makes me look totally bad-ass. So the leg-lifting-while-hanging-contraption (which probably has a name), and yoga. I think if my nose touches my knees, it'd look awesome.
I'd love to run on the treadmill, but no matter how in shape I get, I will always be too klutzy for that.
Actually, all has been well in the back department for a while, now (knock wood). Exercise is really the key, I guess. I've been walking the Zweeble around a couple of blocks every day it isn't raining, and I figured out how much I can do at the gym without killing myself. That part is hard, because I actually want to work out a little harder than I am, but if I do I'm stiff and sore ... and that isn't good when I have to lift and carry an 18-pound ball of chaos around. So I just remind myself that in a few months I'll have worked up to it, and it'll all be good.
I took my yoga class last Thursday--and anyone who says yoga isn't a workout can bite my downward-facing dog. Oy, people. What I find interesting is that parts of my body are actually pretty flexible, while other parts are stiff as hell. And there's not much rhyme or reason to which ones are which. Oh, and Jason? That move you showed me right after the baby was born? Did that in class. Had to use my knees a couple of times, but I did hold it for a few minutes. My poor abs, they're like pudding.
I really enjoyed it, though. For every move that I thought would kill me, there was another one that felt really cool.
Plus, really, my motivation at the gym? I want to do stuff that makes me look totally bad-ass. So the leg-lifting-while-hanging-contraption (which probably has a name), and yoga. I think if my nose touches my knees, it'd look awesome.
I'd love to run on the treadmill, but no matter how in shape I get, I will always be too klutzy for that.