Importance of Mirrors

I went to the orthopedic on Monday for my knees I injured 13 years ago in a hurdling incident. I was way too cocky back in the day and when an older guy asked me to race before my event I wasn’t about to refuse! I remember the people in the stands and that adrenaline stricken feeling you get before the race starts. A friend was calling the start and just when I could feel the energy pulsing up through my shoulders she called it and we were off. I had a decent 3 inch lead when on the third hurdle I grazed the top just a little too close and as my trail leg caught the hurdle my lead snapped straight and my left knee hyper-extended…this pretty much ended my hurdling career. It took forever to heal and practice was agonizing. This is the reason both my knees still sound like a person snapping when I walk up a flight of stairs. I’m fairly certain I freak out any one next to me on the stair climber! So any who after sitting in a crowed waiting room full of post surgery patients I thought for sure the diagnosis would require surgery and thank goodness it doesn’t! The doc said that they can both be fixed through therapy which is great news…though it would have been a nice excuse not to work-out.  Actually I’m not that desperate for an excuse, I’ve really been enjoying my workouts, when I get to do them. I went on Saturday and forced my abs to crunch in unnatural ways and I was stuck in a hunched over position for a good 3 hours after that. Of course I run home and throw my shirt off and stare closely into the mirror and weigh myself because certainly my one awesome workout should have immediate results! Though I hadn’t eaten breakfast, I was quite proud of my weight and my tummy dimple you can’t convince me isn’t a tone line. A few weeks back I treated myself to some Victoria’s Secret fold over yoga pants and leopard print sports bras. They make me feel fantastic, you don’t even realize how the clothes you’re wearing can help you lift more weight or stretch a little longer in front of the mirror. Though I am against checking yourself out in the mirror for extended periods of time I do recommend making sure things aren’t hanging out…which actually brings me to a point. This little nugget brings me to address the men, not that any read this or even care what I’m about to say but here goes. I was driving back to work from my lunch hour and the men around my place of business think that running the streets of the ghetto is a good lunch time workout. Well normal I’m not opposed to this little ritual but this particular gentleman was quite different. He was sporting white tube socks pulled up as high as they would go on his ghostly white calves and running shorts. I’m talking serious runners running shorts here…the kind that aren’t really sewn together on the sides. He didn’t have terrible legs but then as I was passing him I noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt…this man had a very large pot belly. I’m not sure if he had chest hair or if the wincing had caused me to see something that made me throw up in my mouth a little bit?! I saw this guy again today and I can only be grateful for the oversized t-shirt he was sporting. I’m not exactly sure where I might have been going with this but it was too good not share and too disturbing to let linger in my brain any longer, glad I got that out!


I want to point out that I do NOT drink enough water. I’m staring at my untouched glass from this morning and wishing I just chug it all right now, unfortunately I’m not one of those people who can just drink. Unless I’m hot, I have to be eating to be even remotely interested in drinking. I guess this is only semi true because just today I’ve managed to drink a cup of coffee, a glass of apple juice and a glass of tea…that all has water in it, right?! RIGHT?! I know the benefits of water I just can’t force it down but I need to start trying harder.

For you out there keeping track I bought the cinnamon chips again; however in a week’s time I have yet to open them! As my mom would say, “YAY ME”!