out of whack

This has the potential to be long and rambling.

 

I usually get up in the morning and do my bible reading first thing.  I brew some tea and have a slice of homemade bread with butter on it and snuggle up on the couch with a cat or two.  I read my daily email devotion and I read the date’s corresponding Proverb (today’s the 8th so I’ll read Proverbs 8, get it?) and then I’m slowly but surely reading my way through the bible – I finished the New Testament first and have been reading the OT backwards a book at a time.  Today I’m on Daniel.  Anyway, because of other appointments around town and because I just couldn’t make myself get out of bed at 6am after doing yardwork all evening, I didn’t have time to do it this morning.  So my whole day started a little off course.

 

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Today I completed Level 2 of Jillian Michaels’ 30 Day Shred for the first time.  It’s my 11th day overall using the program.  It’s been hard but good.  I haven’t lost much weight but I can tell I’m getting toned, and losing inches (which is always nice).  I’m sore, but not too sore.  Just sore enough to be reminded that I have muscles that are being strengthened and not so sore that it hurts to run up the stairs.  I’ve also been following the diet program from Power 90.  Overall, I feel more confident and healthy.  Not to mention a little proud of myself, even if today’s work-out totally kicked my booty.

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Trey’s out of town at a conference this week.  I realized within 4 hours of his being gone that it is HARD to be a Proverbs 31 wife when your hubby is out of town.  When he’s not coming home from work at 5 every day, what’s my incentive to have the dishes and the laundry done?  Why not just have a movie marathon or curl up with a good book all day long?  Because that’s not honoring my husband.  It’s been a tricky few days but I think I’ve found an acceptable balance between enjoying “having the week off” and being a good productive wife.  Watch a movie in the afternoon – mow the lawn in the evening. That’s a good compromise, right?

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For my birthday, my Secret Sister gave me a Groupon for a chiropractic visit plus an hour massage.  It included x-rays and a follow-up consultation from the chiropractor after which I’d receive a voucher for a free hour long massage at a local spa.  Sounded like a good deal to me.  I’d never been to the chiropractor before so I thought it’d be interesting at the very least, but since I’ve never really had any problems with my back (other than slight aches due to arching my back all the time) I didn’t really expect much out of it.  I went for the x-ray on Monday and had the follow-up today.  And what I learned was that I’m broken.  Broken enough that I could see the problem areas on the x-ray before the doc pointed them out.  There is absolutely no curve to my neck…at all: so basically there’s no shock absorber for my giant head.  And in my very last vertebra where there should be a thicker piece of cartiledge than all the other pieces, the cartiledge is deteriorated to almost half the size it should be.  He recommends 12 weeks of treatment.  My first thought was, “holy cow, sign me up.”  But after discussing with his assistant what exactly would be covered by my insurance and what would have to come out of pocket, I realized that it’s just not gonna happen any time soon.  So I asked the doc if there was anything I could do at home to, if not help the problem, at least not make it worse, and you know what he told me?  He told me to avoid reaching over my head.  WHAT?  I’m 4’11”!  My entire life is spent reaching over my head!  And even though I think it’s silly, I’m really bummed out by all this.  Hillary (my awesome laser technician – I’ll get to that in a minute) said it’s like going to the dentist for a routine cleaning and finding out you needed a root canal. 

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After leaving the chiropractor I drove to MEDermis Laser Clinic for my 8th laser tattoo removal treatment.  It’s funny, I both really enjoy going and really dread it at the same time.  Quite frankly, having a tattoo removed via laser hurts like the dickens.  But every time I go I know I’m one step closer to getting rid of a stupid mistake I made more than 10 years ago AND I really like my laser technician.  Hillary is super friendly and we get along great – no awkwardness like when you go to a new hair dresser and just don’t know what to say to fill the time while you’re stuck in very close quarters.  What’s funny is that I truly believe that other than our once-every-six-weeks meetings, I’m quite certain that Hillary and I would never be friends.  And I can’t quite put my finger on why.  But I really enjoy her company while she’s burning the ink from my flesh.

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So, in short, today I’m lonely (cause Trey’s out of town), broken, and in crazy pain (from the laser treatment).  I’m all out of whack and I don’t know what to do.  Do I stop my work-out routine to save my back – even though the damage has already been done and it’s been years in the making?  Do I try to scrounge up every penny I can so I can start chiropractic treatments asap?  Do I clean the house from top to bottom to welcome my awesome hubby home?  Or do I slump down on the couch, prop up my feet, write a blog whining about it, and eat 3/4 of a pint of Rock Road for lunch?

 

Rocky Road…yum.