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Journey 17 – T Sizzle

Nope. No way. Uh uh. There is nothing to do with that football player here. GTFOH. In this case, the T is for TFL. We can also say it’s for tushie. What the hell am I talking about? I’m talking about a 3am wakeup call that sends painful tingles down your leg. And you might think you can walk it off, but first you’ve got to struggle to just get out of the bed….all while doing your best not to grunt and wake your hubby. Yay.

Luckily, I have some of the tools to fix myself in the home arsenal. Massage wands, percussion massager, inversion table, pretty much all of the RadRoller stuff, and other stretching tools, but I’m still lacking the mother of them all. It’s a little tool I like to call the sander. Why? Because it looks like something you would sand a floor with. Hell, it might actually be the same tool. Waking up in pain was pretty much the straw that broke the camel’s back and it’s getting ordered today.

In the meantime, I managed to punch the muscles into submission with the percussion massager until I could get to the chiropractor today. But even before that, it was (oh so thankfully) mobility and stability day. I didn’t think I was going to be able to get through it and the first round was really rough, but by the third and final round, I started thinking that I didn’t even need to go to the chiropractor. That thinking is incorrect, but I still thought it.

So yes, first thing off I went. I always get the standard neck and back stuff but today I asked for and received the sander because pretty much my whole left side was in spasm. He had to release all of those muscles before he could put things back into place. Imagine it. Muscles are freaking out so badly that they’re pulling bones out of place. Cut it out!

In addition to the regular stuff, I request what I like to think of as the 10-point tuneup. That involves the ankles, knees, hips, elbows, and shoulders. I guess I’d been ignoring my check engine light for too long as I was 80% out of alignment in my tuneup. But lemme tell you something: once everything got put back into place, it was like an instant head rush/high/ With everything back into its optimal position, I felt like a million bucks!

I guess the moral of the story here is to take care of your body, folks. It can do some magical shit if you treat it right. I’m treating it right with these shakes. At the halfway point of month one, I think it’s cleared the extra poop out of the ole colon. I’d really like to see if/how it’s changed my bloodwork in a month, BUT I even more really don’t want to visit the vampires. As such, I’m gonna just have to go by feeling and looking. Looking good, Billy Ray!

Nothing new to report on the shake touchpoints. Rolling along at an even keel for everything. So with that, I’ll take my leave. Just a reminder that tomorrow is Thirsty Thursday and no one has sent me any messages. I’m gonna have to go into my own damn bank. Fine. See you then.

Back To The Grind

Because of COURSE this is appropriate Monday morning music! The majority of us are getting up and getting our grind on in one way or another. This could become the official song of Monday morning…in my world.

Back on that grind means back to working out and stretching. After Saturday’s shoulderplant, I knew that some exercises were gonna suck, but I wasn’t sure which ones. Pullups/chinups were ok. Pushups were ok with only mild discomfort. Yes, everything was going along fine until it was time for weighted flys. That’s where shit got real. Real uncomfortable. I think that, until I figure out what I hurt or it heals itself, I’ll stick to doing those flys with no weights.

This shoulder is also putting a slight damper on my 28-day handstand challenge. Luckily, the way the program is set up, I think I have another day or two before it should actually start if I do it on their schedule rather than my own. Their program has a second portion which may be something I should just skip ahead to, but the arm strength struggles this morning say otherwise. I swear I’ve thrown myself backwards at least a month. Ah well, keep on truckin’.

In the land of win, I’m still experimenting with my mini loaf pans. Last night was caramel pecan banana bread. I think I overbaked it just a touch as I’d like it to be more moist, but flavor-wise, I’m pretty much on point. Texture-wise, I think I’m more around muffin than bread, but live and learn. I don’t bake enough to truly get better at it, but I also don’t bake enough to truly feel (and see) what happens when I eat too many baked goods. So there’s that. Also in the land of win, after a slight stretching hiatus, I was back at it this morning and was further down in my split than I have possibly ever been. My body just loves those lazy days and rewards me for them in better flexibility while it punishes me for them with decreased strength. Can’t win them all and I think that right now, I’m going to opt for flexy over strong. Or flexy over added strong.

Well, as per the norm, so much to do, so little time. Hit the showers, kid! Now go out there and conquer the world!