Snake thought we should post a picture to commemorate my return to weight lifting. He thought he might be cute and try to take one while I was doing squats but I think the murderous look made him change his mind. So, instead, you get one from between sets…
Yes, I know…excluding pictures we have dropped off the blogosphere. And even our pictures have been absent some weeks.
Why? Life. And more precisely me. Without getting into a lot of details, I pulled a muscle about two years ago that decided to start being a nuisance last October and by April had sidelined me from almost everything. Apparently when I was nursing the pulled muscle, I changed my stance and messed up my back. When that happened, I stopped moving which messed up my piriformis and all hell broke loose.
I had to stop just about everything that I love doing and just recover. No dance. No weight lifting. Play was pretty much out of the question. It sucked. It beyond sucked. I stopped feeling like me because I couldn’t do what made me “me.” Snake has done so much and put up with so much, particularly raging, that he deserves a medal.
BUT…slowly, I am getting back into stuff. We are dancing again and have a performance next month. I am getting back to weight lifting and even got to use the “big girl plates” for the first time yesterday. I can function again which was just the barest glimmer of hope in June.
And we are starting to be able to play again. Not where we were, but I can now see that we can get there. And I want to get there, which wasn’t even on my radar when everything hurt.
So, we will be back blogging soon. And I just wanted to tell my amazing husband thank you for being there and being my support and my cheerleader and my coach. I love you ❤
There are times when the vision and the picture work like magic. You set up, take the shot and it’s ready to go. Snake had a vision of different textures that he was trying to get. After moving two cats, changing clothes, changing angles and about a gazillion shots, I think he finally got it… This stuff is a lot of work sometimes. And I know how much he hates taking pictures of me 🙂
It may seem odd, but sometimes the captions are downright difficult to come up with. I mean, let’s face it. It’s boobday – a celebration of boobs in any form and format. What else do you really need to say?
I’ll try though.
A little grape plant, a little leg, ribbon, heals, what’s not to love.
Happy Sinful Sunday!
Sometimes it’s almost abstract – but it’s still boobs for Boobday, yes? I loved the lines on this (Love this picture that she took).
I snuck under the sheets and stole a shot – belly button piercing and all. Happy Sinful Sunday!