Exercise

A few days ago I flushed out my ears (what, you mean you don’t flush yours?).  I had never done it before, but since quitting Q-tips I have wondered if my ears are just stockpiling wax. I was expecting to wash away some chunks, sort of like what I’d see with my netipot, only...
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Nobody told me that I could become a dog lover fall in love with this dog.  His ears, his facial expressions, the way he snuggles in his “bed” all afternoon, and the way he leaps around like a little deer in the backyard. Also?  Nobody told me that no  matter how old the dog...
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Those of you who come here regularly may already know that my latest quest for true bliss comes from the ground up.  I used to think that it came from the top down- that if I could just have good hair that nothing else would matter.  And while I haven’t given up on trying...
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I am on a new “Program.”  No, I am not quitting cheese or wine or anything lame like that.  I am quitting shoes.  Sort of. You see, with each passing decade, my feet become flatter.  They have atrophied and spread out.  So what seems like growing feet are actually just like slops of raw...
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When I was in college my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer.  She was young (in her forties) and although she found her cancer at an early stage, the diagnosis and treatment was difficult for our family. Because I was away at school I wasn’t able to physically be there to give her hugs,...
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No, not my boobies, although they’d hardly qualify as much more than that. I’m talking about my feet. I’ve got the kind of feet that make a full wet footprint on the ground- looks like somebody walked by wearing a set of flippers. When I was a kid I used to have fun clapping...
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Once a week after school I would carpool with the other girls from school.  We’d change in the car, out of our Izods and knickers, and into our scratchy buff-colored tights, our Danskin leotards and Capezios.  Our ballet outfits. Although I never learned anything beyond a potty-boo-ray (I won’t pretend to know how to...
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Thanks to Crystal Light for sponsoring this post. To learn more about how Crystal Light can flavor your day with 30 refreshing flavors, visit http://www.facebook.com/crystallight. Before I had my son, I was intensely devoted to exercise, waking before the birds to get in a run or spin class before work.  While my husband slept,...
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I slip out of bed, trying not to disturb the covers. I tiptoe past my son’s room and hope the creaking of my ankles won’t wake him. I dress with eyes half-open, run the toothbrush over my teeth, and sneak out the door. It is dark.  Not the kind of dark that is swallows...
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It has been a hard week, readers.  Yes, I know it is only Tuesday. So, this morning I dropped H off at school and went for a much needed run.  Two miles out I felt sharp, burning pain in my butt.  A bee stung me in the ass.  Through my running tights. In my...
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I never played sports as a kid.  Oh, I took dance and played a little tennis, but I never really got into anything.  I probably had the ability, but I didn’t have the drive (I am not very competitive- with others).  By the time I showed interest in joining girls’ softball all of my...
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Spin yoga spin yoga run yoga run run yoga run yoga spin… With all of this, how can I possible fine the time or energy to shave my legs? For reals, though.  Getting up at 5:30 every day and hitting the gym/trail/yoga studio may sound like torture, but it’s what keeps me going.  I...
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A big component of my post-kid Momover is exercise.  In fact, it is the top priority and the first thing I poured myself into after the birth of my son.  I was intensely devoted before I got pregnant, waking before the birds to get in a run or spin class before work.  That hour...
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