Okay, today the plan was the noon Hot Yoga. That didn't work so well. I laid down on the couch at 10 to "rest" and literally passed out. I don't think anything would have woke me. I think my body gave itself a time out. When I woke up everything hurt, but mostly my hips. I think I pulled an ovary. My body seems to be in strike mode today, like "really you do nothing for a year and now in one week you think you can do hot yoga?"
So I missed yoga but instead went to a Zumba Open House. Now for some reason I was thinking it was like a social thing with friends. They mentioned snacks. But NOOOOOO, it was full on aerobic work out for two hours. I made it about an hour and 20 minutes. More Sweating, although it really didn't feel hot, I think I have a new definition of hot so that is a bonus from the yoga. I loved the Zumba. I did feel more comfortable in the crowd, like I found my people. There was all shapes and sizes and many actually had bigger than "a" cup boobs. Tamese was there so she drove that average chest size up.
My ankle that I hurt last year is really swollen. But I deserve that because the injury was a the result of total stupidity. A year ago this week I went to visit my family in Las Vegas. I was feeling sorry for myself after the heart surgery. I decided that my cousins and I needed to do something to mark the New Year. I convinced Sandy and her daughter after doing a hike to jump into the pool fully clothed to do a Polar Dip, since it was about 40 degrees. I convinced her that this was how people cleansed the bad year and started the new year fresh. I decided to do this leap from the waterfall about 7 feet up, Sandy being the smarter of the two of us, chose the side of the pool and the deep end. Me,I jumped towards the shallow end. Now I am not really good at Physics, but 200 pound woman travelling at a certain velocity hitting the bottom of the pool....you get the picture. Needless to say I ended up at urgent care. The worst part was having to meet my husband, Scott, in baggage claim in Seattle being pushed in a wheel chair. The look on his face was a combination of disgust, humor, and just plain embarrassment for being married to me.
The ankle is still swollen. Thanks to the pacemaker I can not have an mri to determine the extent of the injury and I am afraid to go back to the foot doctor because I am certain surgery is next and I just can't handle another one. So a year later I deal with the pain and the deformed ankle and the stupidity.
I am under my points today, but I am hungry and still awake, so that could be a problem.
When I crawled up the front steps tonight after the Zumba there was an Amazon package. For me! I rarely get gifts. It was a book from a client of mine that is also a friend. What a treat! It is called The Game On Diet and she said her and her husband lost 25 pounds on it. It looks really fun! That made my day!
Well Forty is now 18 days away. I started a list a couple of months ago "forty things to do before I turn forty". It was mostly started as a joke with my friend June while we were at a bar to watch our favorite local band. Many have helped me add to it. I don't think there are even forty things on it, but many things have been accomplished. Some of the goals included: Skinny Dipping in Lake Sammamish, Kissing a Stranger on the mouth, Trapeze lesson, Do a Flash Mob, Ride a mechanical Bull... You get the idea. I am still taking suggestions for the list as it is now things to do the year I turn forty. All but one of the above items have been accomplished or are scheduled before my birthday.
My cousin invited me to go to a bar called Cowgirl tomorrow night. She plans to ride the bull, so here is my chance. When I asked my husband if he minded if I went out, he said that I could go only if I promised NOT to ride the bull. He seems to have in his mind that I am prone to injury, go figure. So at this point I have said I won't...Wonder how many beers it will take before I forget that promise...and I wonder how many weight watchers points a beer is?
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