By mid-March here in Georgia, winter is just about over. Sure, there are a few nippy days here and there but it’s more warm than cold, more rain and wind than snow and ice. Though all of the cold stuff is pretty much behind, the effects of winter remain like pale skin and in my case ASHY skin. I’m dry, allergic and eczema prone anyway so I figured that what I was seeing was a case of overuse and dryness on my feet. I was dead wrong, my feet had been done in by:
MY YOGA MAT!!!!
You see I’d stopped cleaning it as much because my hands had begun slipping during practice and I assumed that all that cleaning rubbed off “the sticky”. The result of that no cleaning schedule ended up on my feet, which meant yet another trip to the doctor and night and day use of:
EEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!!! Mind you I’d never had this in my 48 years, neverrrrrrrr and I get it from a friggin yoga mat, my own mat at home? Well yes, it happens. Even though I wasn’t in a studio using a communal mat, I was rolling up my sweat and dirt everyday into the mat and that fungus just thrives on it. I wasn’t about to stop practicing though and figured I’d resume my cleaning schedule after every yoga practice and get something to put on my feet. Enter, yoga socks. I decided on two different types: To find out how it went down check out the video below and until next time, see you on the yoga mat. Mine will be sanitized, deodorized and ready for action.
Not that cut but it certainly was an exciting weekend of golf at the Masters, with Tiger playing into Sunday young Jordan Spieth busting all these records on his way to victory. I actually enjoyed watching this tournament, while doing a little busting of my own:
OUT OF MY CLOTHES!!!!
and not like the Hulk but more like this. You see in the space of one year and the onset of the big P, a sista has put on 8-10 pounds depending on what day it is. I am distraught, dismayed and sometimes disgusted but not too disgusted because I had a big hunk of CAKE just yesterday. Hence, the cut from my closet clothing that this new body can no longer fit.
Since it’s warming up here I was redoing the closet, moving the the winter stuff over and the summer stuff up front. I thought it might be a good idea that I should try on a few things that I had in that fit well last year but perhaps would be questionable this year and they were more than questionable. I think I can no sit a plate of food on my butt and and maybe a salt shaker on my stomach. Pulling thos dresses out had me all up in my FEELINGS. Even though I now that weight gain and a whole bunch of other stuff can and in my case is happening during this time, the medical reasons weren’t enough to help me feel better. What did help me feel better? Shaking it off the next day and putting in some treadmill work. It was that or lay around and sulk which is actually easy for me as a person who has struggled with poor body image forever and ever amen. The thing is, the loss of the dresses weren’t enough to get me out the door and to the gym. What did? The desire to have a good quality of life in the long term. I don’t want any further diabetes complications, nor acceleration of spinal and other joint problems. I just want to live and live well, so I continue to work. If the work means that maintaining this new body is the best that can be done and all my numbers look good, then I will learn in time to be satisfied with where I am.
Until next time, see you at the MALL, where I’ll be buying something that doesn’t require sucking in or Spanx.
There had to be a solution to lugging keys and phones on the trail and at the gym. I mean I’m pulling enough (my body) around as is and being weighted down with unattractive contraptions to hold stuff on my body was on my LAST. Leave it to my running girlfriends to show me how to get it done. Goodbye hideous fanny pack and helloooo FlipBelt.
You can see and hear what I think about it below. Yep, there’s video. The first and maybe the last but check it out anyway and I’m NOT getting paid to talk about it. If I were dontcha think the video would be better? Enjoy and if you get one, let me know how it worked out for you in the comments.
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