a word of caution

to myself of course. you are not as young as you think you are. let me phrase it more clearly, your body is not as young as you think it is. friends, i have a confession. i hurt myself crafting. not in the traditional sense, like jabbing myself with a needle or slicing my finger with a rotary blade (both of which i already have first hand experience with), but in a more humbling way. let me set the scene. two weeks ago, friday night, i had stuffed all three children into their box, uh i mean room, and was ready to work on the shirts for david. by the way, printing on the freezer paper was a breeze and such a time saver. so, there i was in the living room with my cutting mat and various sharp tools laid out. david was assigned the task of cutting out the numbers for the backs of the shirts (lots of straight lines) while i had before me six logos to cut. i sat down on the floor cross legged, and proceeded to hunch over the cutting mat and the first logo in front of me. can you see where this is going? david even asked me with a heavy dose of doubt in his voice, "you aren't going to sit at the table?". no i scoffed. it is easier this way, and besides the light is better over here. i am fine. i do this all the time. sha.

after about an hour of minute cuts that had me through oh, maybe four logos i decided to take a break. my brain sent the necessary signals to my back muscles to sit up, but nothing happened. slowly, ever so slowly my eyes widen in shock as i realized that i was stuck. my back was locked up. oh lord. i gritted my teeth and forced myself up, groaning like an 84 year old lady (no offense 84 year old ladies) only to find that my knees had locked up as well and i couldnt straighten those either. what the freak??? gritting my teeth some more, moaning some more, i forced my legs to uncross and managed by sheer stubbornness to hobble up from the ground and over to the couch. to sit and reel in disbelief at my condition. seriously, i felt like an 84 year old lady. after some guffaws and taunting, and i told you so's from david, and after a prescription strength 500mg naproxen sodium left over from post labor and delivery of collette (!!??) i felt a little better. at least good enough to finish the last two logos and hobble to bed to sleep it off. was it gone in the morning? no. was it gone the next day? sadly no. do i have a problem? yes. exercise and yoga needed stat. because people, i am only 30.83333 repeating years old. i shouldnt have these problems. i drink vitamin D whole milk, so i know my bones are good. but dang it if i havent done a lick of exercise in three years. crap. so yes, i will start treating my body more gingerly. and yes, i will drag my yoga mat out and get started. uh. once i stop walking around with my hand in the small of my back. jello on lettuce anyone?