So yesterday morning I was brushing my teeth. I looked at myself in the mirror and remembered something some wise (annoying) person once said, "Brushing my teeth while not doing squats would be a waste of time."
SOOO there I was, in my bra and underwear under the bright, unforgiving bathroom lights. Another year of non-exercise had passed, and May had somehow snuck up on me again. The pools open next week.
So, during the minute (not two!) I brushed my teeth, I leaned back for a few squats. Then, I got dressed for work and started packing lunches. As I leaned into the open fridge, I felt a pop in my lower, lower back. I could not straighten up my body and called my son for a chair. Pain was shooting up my right leg and I couldn't put any weight on it.
Yep, apparently leaning into the fridge is taxing on someone who has a) not exercised in years b) recently done squats while brushing her teeth.
I couldn't sit, couldn't stand, couldn't walk. You get the picture. Tom had to help me go to the bathroom, which was fun.
A trip to the doc landed me painkillers and Valium, which don't seem to take the edge off. Waaah.
Side note: I've been pushing for a TV in the bedroom. Tom is adamantly opposed because he thinks it will cut down on our already limited bedroom activity. I reasoned with him that sometimes it would just be nice to watch tv in bed. For instance, I told him it would be very helpful when I'm sick. "Like, how often does THAT happen?" he countered. Yes, this conversation took place 10 hours before my back went bye-bye.
Anyway, here I am, surrounded by crap that needs to get done, but I can't do it. Work, Shmurk. And the crazy May schedule of field trips and baseball parties and the like? Not gonna happen.
I did find out that I'll be selling stuff at a flea market in two weeks! Projects I wanted to do for that will have to be on hold, but I have a TON of cute accessories to sell.
If I can dress myself by then.
Below are just a few of the neat accessories I'll have at the sale:
