It’s been quite a few weeks. From a super swell Valentine’s to dealing with a lot of health issues that have got me down. I’ve been having problems with my hands (Raynaud’s being part of it) and on Monday I had a hand specialist appointment. They ran a test on me which the Doctor informed me would leave my hand numb. I didn’t think that much about it – I was thinking similar to when you go to the dentist, like an hour or so of numbness right? Wrong! my hand was out cold for over 12 hours. I finally woke up and could feel my hand but was having some residual weird tingly feeling. I was annoyed that I couldn’t lift like I had planned to. Don’t recall what they shot me up with but heck, where was that stuff when my epidural failed during birthing my kiddos?! Just sayin.

I’m also fighting my knee injury still and I’ve come to the conclusion that I have to lay off any Turbo Fire cardio workouts for an undisclosed amount of time. Depressing. I’ll miss you bouncy ponytail girls flailing around in class on my television! But I’ll hopefully be back soon enough. In the meantime, I’m still at P90x and trying to work low impact cardio into my routine, boy that’s hard for me. Any suggestions? I’m considering start to tape my knee. I’m thinking I’m giving this a shot before I find myself at a sports medicine doctor. I was just dicussing with my dad the other day about getting fit and how it seems ironic of the aches and pains that are associated with it. Ha, feels a little backwards sometimes.

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And on a random note. The other day I knocked my lipstick holder off my dresser, as I’m digging under the dresser making sure a rouge one didn’t roll under there I pull out two pair of underwear. You know the ones that get pushed to the back of your drawer then fall out the back? Yeah those. Except when I pull these out I cackle realizing how long they must have been under there. One pair was 4 sizes larger the ones I currently wear, and the other was 5 sizes larger than I wear now. Hilarious. I went to show my husband and he couldn’t fathom that I used to fit into them. Perspective at it’s best.

PS: don’t judge for it taking me that long to find them stuffed under there. PPS: don’t think I’m being too whiny. I’d rather have fit girl problems than fat ones anyday!