Wednesday, January 20, 2010

1st Review of the Booty Shoes

So I'm on week #2 now of using the "Booty shoes" or the Reebok Easy tones.

Haven't heard of them?? Click here to see an advertisement. I'm giving you the less spicy version.

Initial reaction on day 1. Very comfy. Almost like walking on 2 pillows. Felt a little weird walking at first, but not really a big deal. Get on a cardio machine and after about 5 minutes I get the sensation like my shoes were tied too tight. Know that feeling? Just a little numbness or tingling in the ball of my feet. Ignored it and went on.

Day 2: Tried a class. A little cardio and balancing and weights. Same numb feeling and also a bit more shaking than normal as I tried to balance in lunging and some Pilate's stretches.

Days following, similar feelings. This to me means that something is going on. I'm having to concentrate more to balance and my body is having to work just a little harder. Today I ran in them. I was a little worried as I was afraid that I would fall or trip, not that I need the booty shoes to help me along in that area. Really, no different or more difficult than my regular running shoes and no noticiable balancing problems.

Rock On to that one.

So, something is going on when you wear them. I know that there's a fancy shamncy explanation that would explain it all, but really all I care about is that I don't feel like I wasted my money on a shoe that felt the same as every other tennis shoes I slipped on. In fact, they are incredibly more comfortable. So thumbs up so far Booty Shoes!!

Didn't take a before picture and even if I did I wouldn't post it for the world to see my backside. But I am very optimistic that they are improving my balance and making my muscles in my legs and backside work differently than they had before. We'll see in the next few weeks if the toosh is higher than it had been before the holiday. I'm sure Danno will let me know:)

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

PJ's and Girlfriends

This year, as I turned 29 again, my girlie poos had a pj party to celebrate my ever regressing age. Amazing how that's working for me.

I'd like to share a little about each of these beauties if I may. J, on the left, listens to me whine, gripe and whine some more, then gently offers the counseling I need depending on the drama I'm usually experiencing. She has wisdom beyond her years and kindness that penetrates anything she touches. I love you J. Thank you for being incredible.

JAC, listens to me whine, gripe and whine some more. She's my work out buddy who sweats by my side weekly. I have missed her so much while I've been recovering. So glad she has come into my life these last few months. Love her and so excited to see our friendship grow.

Me, in the smack middle, who listens to me gripe and whine and pout.

Jess. My ever talented heart friend who listens to me whine, gripe and whine but tells me to shut up about it or do something. I love that about her. Don't we all need someone in our life who tells us how it is? I just love our daily texts and convos. Thought I was about to die when I couldn't speak to my sweet friend during the week that I was mute with drool. See below post. She would've loved to see that and document it with pictures. She loves me in all my freakish glory, with my self-diagnosed Web MD diseases and cancers. Thank you for being "my person".

And my L. She also listens to me whine, gripe and whine and ALWAYS laughs at my jokes. I love that about L. She always thinks I'm funny. Gives a huge boost to my ego. L is by far my most interesting friend who has led the most facinating life. I could listen to her tell me about her stories and experiences for hours. She is so giving and wonderful. AND she has over 500 + friends on Facebook. I'll never catch her. L went back to work this fall and I miss our lengthy afternoon chats. Love you girl! Thank you for being awesome.

A year ago I made this blog post. How far we've grown since then as girlfriends, heart friends.

Thank you for helping me celebrate my birthday this year girlies. Love you all more than you know.

Thursday, January 7, 2010


On December 29th, I had my tonsils removed for reasons I care not to share and am certain that you'd rather not hear. I had been told that it was horrendous to have them taken out as an adult. Awful. Excruciating. But I had went through some pretty horrible pain after the birth of our 2nd child and was pretty sure I could handle it.

Let me say this about my recovery. It is lasting FOREVER!!! I am so stir crazy I can not even wait to blow out of this popsicle joint and see the girls at the gym and chat with mommies in the halls at church.

First, let's talk about the surgery.

Pretty much what I expected. Get there, sign in, no make-up, no jewelry, blah blah. Nurse. Check. Doc. Check. Anesthesiologist. Check. Wheeling me into the surgery and all sorts of things start to come out.

I chit chat with the nurse as she tries to ease the typical fear that patients have. Didn't have those. She asks me what I do in my spare time. Mommy, work out, etc. "Oh honey, no working out for a while for you. There are lots of blood vessels or arteries or something that we have as adults in our tonsil area and if you start bouncing around, they could burst and you could bleed to death." Nice. No one mentioned this to me. Would've pranced right into my 9:30 Body Design class, started the mountain climbers and then fell on the floor with blood gushing out my mouth as Hanna continues to kick every one's tails in cardio. So no working out for 14 days or so and slowly ease back. Got it.

But then... they begin strapping me in with this enormous black belt. WAIT A MINUTE!! This is a tonsillectomy. What kind of procedure do you have me signed up for exactly?? Are you removing part of my brain?? Wheres Mc Dreamy?

Knocked out. Wake up. Oh yeah. There it is. The extreme sore throat that continues to hang around and will be here for another few. Fun.

My girl was there long enough to see me ask for a vomit bucket and more pain meds before I pass out again. Lovely. Thanks for not taking the blackmail pictures. Can't promise the same if the roles are reversed someday.

The pain has been bad. Not gonna lie. Not as bad as baby number 2's birth. As you can see, I have been on liquid Lortab. 3 bottles and resisting the urge to call and ask for the 4th. Some days I can't even tell I took the pain meds. That's pretty bad.
AND there was that tiny little thing that happened on day 2 post. My uvula had swollen 10 time the normal size. Not surprised that this happened to me since all of the discusting freakish things usually do. Pretty much felt like my thoat was closed seeing as how each time I took a drink, water would dribble out the sides of my mouth and down the front of my shirt like a psych patient. Very glamorous.

AND the not talking. ABOUT TO KILL ME. Wasn't really expecting that one either. I can maybe limit myself to a 15 minute phone convo and that's really pushing it.

AND I missed a week of Christmas break with my kiddos and hubby because I was passed out. Would've rather been watching movies and playing the Wii with my Jackson.

Heard enough whining yet?? There is more than one postive.

1- I have a refound apprecaiton/love again for Food network, more so, Racheal Ray. She is fun. Why do some people hate her. Everyone, let's not hate Rachael Ray because of her fun-ness. She's likable and I like likable people.

2-I have felt so surrounded in love by some friends from church. They took our son to keep him from being bored. They brought my family meals nightly so they wouldn't have to run out for fast food every night. They called, texted, and laid cards on my front porch to make sure we were doing well and making it. THANK YOU LORD FOR LOVED ONES.

3- My parents who came up for a few days to cart the kids around, do laundry, dishes and take Jackson to spend Christmas money at Wal-mart to buy the new Ben-10 Legos. Thank you for driving 2 hours for that.

4- My husband is a dream. My wonderful, who woke up to give me meds in the middle of the night, who took care of me, who took care of our kids, and made sure that I was ok that first week home. I love you sweet. You're amazing.

It has been awful. Hopefully it will all be over soon and all be chattering like my old self in no time.