Who ARE You and What Have You Done with Donna?

Y’all, yesterday I lifted weights. After I went jogging with Karin.

[I'm just waiting a moment to let the peanut gallery quiet down after that bit of shocking news.]

I guess I should back up and explain.

Remember me bitching and moaning about my shoulder? I had tendinitis and bursitis (no clue exactly what that is but you can ask Dr. Google if you are so inclined. I wasn’t. I just wanted the pain to stop) in both my shoulders. Most likely brought on by the months of repetitive motion of caring for Bridget. I was assured by both my doctor and Dr. Google that I am not the first, nor will I be the last, new mother to have this issue. I was given a course of anti-inflammatory drugs and told that if that didn’t do the trick, I was to come back for a shot. Of course the drugs did not work and I went back for my shot. Which sucked mightily, I have to tell you. I won’t go into the details for those of you who are squicked out by needles but I will say my epidural was a more pleasant experience than this. However, it worked. And strangely, even though I only got the shot in my right shoulder (my doctor considerately explained that doing the shot in both shoulders on the same day was cruel and unusual punishment) my left shoulder has also not bothered me since. Weird. I’m a medical marvel. The point of this long and rambling paragraph is that in order to keep this from happening again, I should be lifting weights to strengthen the muscles up there.

So yesterday morning, when I was already sweaty and gross from running, I picked up my hand weights and did some work with them. Then! I did 100 crunches! How do you like them apples? And to top it all off, I did a bit of yoga. Not in a “find my center, commune with the energy of the room” sort of way. More of a “I really like these poses and I know they’ll feel really good right now” sort of way. Note to self: Get back to that hot room yoga class you loved so much but had to abandon when fertility treatments made you want to vomit all the time.

And I have to tell you that I feel fantastic today. OK, well I’m exhausted but my body feels really good! Also, I have to tell you that last week, I bought a new pair of pants to replace the ones that have become too big for me. I hated having to do it, but I don’t own a belt anymore and I couldn’t walk around hitching up my pants all the time. Anyway, the point is that those pants are now a bit loose-ish. I won’t claim they are too big for me but they definitely fit differently than they did the day I bought them.

I think this all means I am inching toward my goal size. I don’t have a goal weight - I just want to be able to walk into a store and pick up “my” size and know that 90% of the time it will fit me. I want to not dread having to buy an outfit for an occasion because nothing fits or looks good.

I have to tell you that between this and the new smile I will have when the braces come off, I will be a MILF very soon.

Shut up. Stop that laughing.

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