more humbling than taking a child’s pose in yoga.
For real. I mean, taking a
break in a yoga class seems like the wuss way out. But, today, I had to do just
that. Take a child’s pose. My feet were cramping up something horrible during
balance poses. My hamstrings stretched crankily, balking when I folded over.
My eagle had
landed. Pun intended.
In class, I was
torn between feeling so much joy that I was there, at least doing what I could
and crying because my body wasn’t cooperating. At moments, I felt like I was
failing in a world I use to govern. A few years ago, I pushed myself, doing
just a few more seconds in plank, running a few more minutes, lifting a
stronger weight. Now, I’m lucky to sweat.
I relish when I sweat.
I’m ecstatic when I
I’ll repeat what I
said last week:
“I try to remind
myself to perform at least gentle stretching exercises every day. Living with
RA and fibromyalgia make body movements critical and necessary to well-being.
Taking the time for a few stretches helps the ache the next day.”
Yesterday, I took
the cycling class and for about 25 minutes, I made my legs push forward. I pretended
I was in control again, and not the pain leading the way. So, that was probably
one reason my body griped, groaned, and stiffened when I tried to stretch and
take the poses.
Our bodies remind
us it’s essential to keep moving.
I’m hoping that getting
back into a regular routine will lessen the stiffness and soreness I now
experience. For now, it’s mind over matter.
Good afternoon!I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost two years. Initially, my rheumatologist diagnosed me with systemic lupus (SLE) on June 19, 2013. However, the medication wasn’t working and I kept getting worse and developing new symptoms. So, after second, third, and fourth opinions, my neurologist believes instead I have fibromyalgia. In April 2014 I visited yet another rheumatologist who I hoped would be familiar with autoimmune disorders. Following an extensive intake during my initial appointment, I found a place where the doctor also listened to me. Based upon my blood work, physical and mental symptoms, the doctor believes I have Sjogren’s Syndrome. She also made the diagnosis of Fibromyalgia and pre-lupus. I’ve never heard of pre-lupus, but, hopefully it stays in the “pre” category. Today has been a struggle to stay awake, as a matter of fact I …
Ok, today, I had to pimp my friend, Sara, on my blog. She writes an excellent post about ice cream, overreacting, opening the doors of communication about sex, and why we should all take ourselves a little less seriously sometimes and just have FUN with life....take a look
How I Lick My Balls - A Story of Schweddy Balls and One Million Angry Moms Have you heard? Schweddy Balls is out in...Well some stores are carrying the delightful treat, Schweddy Balls, but because One Million Moms got all pissy about the name of the ice cream most stores aren't. I went to the Angry Moms site and read their claim about why they didn't want Schweddy Balls in the stores and their answer was - The vulgar new flavor has turned something as innocent as ice cream into something repulsive. Not exactly what you want a child asking for at the supermarket." - One Million Moms.com Have to say that the flavor is not vulgar, rather good if you like rum.
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. However, once per month, we write to an image. This week it's the picture prompt. You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This will be an excerpt from my new yet-to-be-named WIP.