i've been in pretty good shape most of my life; exercise has ALWAYS been a part of my regular routine. then at 42, i got pregnant....with a litter of two.
but, ohhhh, i was going to be one of those women who exercised right up until the day they give birth. you know the ones i'm talking about of course. but then, at around say, 4 or 5 months into it, i was taking a ballet class (with righteous optimism, i'd bought a pre-paid card of 20 classes), and had already accepted that jumps weren't going to happen anymore, was at the barre, doing a port de bras (french for 'leaning backwards w/ your arm in the air') and realized i was stopped, by my belly, from going back more than 5 degrees from vertical. yeesh. fine. FINE. so there are other exercises. i can always walk.
but no one told me about the hip issue. 45 extra pounds sitting on top of 42 yr old hips doesn't make for a walk in the park. or up the hill. my office is one block from armadillo grill, a regular on our lunch circuit. at about 7 months into the pregnancy, i realized i couldn't walk the 300 ft, even with nachos as an incentive, so while my staff all strolled down the street, i drove my, sigh, minivan the block down to the restaurant and back.
by month 8, it was starting to look they would have to wheel me from room to room to see patients. fortunately, i went into labor before it got that bad.
ok, so my plan was start exercising as soon as the babies were born, right? yeah, right. i always scoffed at those stay at home moms who complained that they didn't get dressed until four in the afternoon b/c they were so busy, then i discovered that dressing by four was a day of over-achievement.
three-plus years of over-using a couple of weird muscles to do dentistry and pick up kids and not exercising the other 98% of them has led to chronic pain and muscle spasms. now that the boys are somewhat self-entertaining, i've been able to commit to a little gym time. one of my patients, it turns out, is a personal trainer who works out of a gym a few blocks from the office. his name is raymond desmarais aka the marquis de sade (french for 'you want me to lift what?!? how many times?!?). however, for all my whining, the improvement is amazing. it was about 2 weeks into it that i realized i wasn't in pain anymore. not just not sore from the workouts, but no neck/back/shoulder pain. yippeee!
raymond's still the devil though.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
the circus and lil wayne
we went to the circus this weekend. the ringmaster had crazy good teeth. we were sitting near the front row, but wayyyy on the side. fortunately it was the side that the animals and acrobats came in. we had an excellent view of the cleanup of elephant poop.
anyhow, the ringmaster: i googled him b/c i wondered what his real purpose was besides to look pretty. he's one of the youngest ringmasters ever hired by barnum and bailey, at 23 and is a highly respected magician in his field. go figure. he says that in every show, he runs aprox 2 miles (one end of the ring to another, over and over) and drinks 2 liters of water. i had wondered why he looked more athletic than the acrobats.
speaking of great teeth: i have a somewhat morbid fascination w/ lil wayne. i've been watching the $150k train wreck of a grill in his mouth for several years now, enlarging images whenever i see a pic of him grinning like a cheshire cat. now, as an artist, i think the guy's got real genius. but holy cow! that mouth! all i can think of when i see him is the active gum disease, pus and inflammation he's harboring under all that bling. and let's face it...he gets plenty of action but who, really, is going to kiss that twice? i think i just threw up in my mouth.
so, his recent sentencing was postponed b/c of dental surgery, and of course i've been tracking it. he had to have 8 (EIGHT!!) root canals...and then something about implants....being redone? new ones being placed? oh, and they had to revamp the diamond and platinum hardware. i can only hope that a hygienist smacked him around and gave him several thousand yards of floss with stern instructions. if kassie had hold of him, he'd be begging her forgiveness w/ promises of reform within minutes (more than his judge got, i'm sure).
meanwhile, i'm still trying to convince someone to let me put a diamond inlay on their upper canine tooth. so far, no takers, but hope springs eternal.
anyhow, the ringmaster: i googled him b/c i wondered what his real purpose was besides to look pretty. he's one of the youngest ringmasters ever hired by barnum and bailey, at 23 and is a highly respected magician in his field. go figure. he says that in every show, he runs aprox 2 miles (one end of the ring to another, over and over) and drinks 2 liters of water. i had wondered why he looked more athletic than the acrobats.
speaking of great teeth: i have a somewhat morbid fascination w/ lil wayne. i've been watching the $150k train wreck of a grill in his mouth for several years now, enlarging images whenever i see a pic of him grinning like a cheshire cat. now, as an artist, i think the guy's got real genius. but holy cow! that mouth! all i can think of when i see him is the active gum disease, pus and inflammation he's harboring under all that bling. and let's face it...he gets plenty of action but who, really, is going to kiss that twice? i think i just threw up in my mouth.
so, his recent sentencing was postponed b/c of dental surgery, and of course i've been tracking it. he had to have 8 (EIGHT!!) root canals...and then something about implants....being redone? new ones being placed? oh, and they had to revamp the diamond and platinum hardware. i can only hope that a hygienist smacked him around and gave him several thousand yards of floss with stern instructions. if kassie had hold of him, he'd be begging her forgiveness w/ promises of reform within minutes (more than his judge got, i'm sure).
meanwhile, i'm still trying to convince someone to let me put a diamond inlay on their upper canine tooth. so far, no takers, but hope springs eternal.
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