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If you're a large woman in America, your whole life is an opportunity to feel self-conscious, embarrassed, resentful and way too big. You can hide in the corner or on the couch, you can go to therapy, or you can put on your lycra bike shorts and get out there and move.
—Jayne Williams, Slow Fat Triathlete

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December 19, 2004

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I visited my chiropractor. My neck and shoulders were crunchy, and I wanted to ask her about the persistent weakness and pain in my right wrist (from my little attempt to fly down the stairs), and the fact that I'm finding (or should I say my knees are finding) it painful to walk downstairs. I was expecting that I knew the answer to the latter question: that my hamstrings need strengthening and stretching.

But she wants my knees x-rayed. My knees hurt before I started walking seriously—I can't remember when it started but I saw it as the wages of middle-agedness, and my gung-ho klutziness combined with a lack of good sense when it comes to my body.

As for my wrist, I must painfully massage it and then ice it. Fun!

We talked, as we have for the last six months, about competitive walking, me telling tales of practice and races and dropping Olympians' names, and her saying, how do you learn about such things, as if I were part of a secret group. Um, I'm obsessed with this stuff.

Saturday morning, I did Stay Fit, which ended up just being the coordinator and I. We did a quick 4 mile walk up Hawthorne and back—the walk was great, conversation interesting, and the weather perfect. Then I came home and began working on workwork.

This morning, I finished, finally, my Christmas shopping. Sweetie and I have been fairly fluid about what holiday we're going to celebrate, if any, this time of year, but we decided this time to kick it down a notch (what is the opposite of Bam!! exactly?), and not go out of our way to buy each other presents. I have something for him that I'm pretty certain he'll love, and I might get him something else—maybe.

But I still buy gifts for Mom, who is very much a Christmas traditionalist. And this year, I left it all to the last minute. But we made an early morning pre-emptive strike, and now it is done.

Echo is wandering around the living room. And Natasha keeps jumping onto her rear legs and whacking him with a front paw. Echo is clueless about playing with the cats, but it's cute to see Nigella and Tosh trying to train him.

Oh, and we have another sick cat. Follette, the older, shy white and ginger cat, appears to have gotten the bug. We have some steroids that we got to bring down Tosh's fever, which appear to be also helping Follette.

Now that Nigella is trying to take over the keyboard, I'd better surrender...

Posted at December 19, 2004

Comments

"Bum!!" ? Hilarious, by the way. Kicking it down a notch - bum!! is always appropriate, in my book. :) - Mia

Posted by: Mia at December 19, 2004 6:37 PM