There\’s Nothing To It But to \”Do It\”

Halfway through massages, I tend to think, “Why don’t I do this at least once a month?”

And although yesterday’s got off to a rocky start (”When are you expecting?” I’m not. “You’ll have to forgive the lack of aesthetics.” Oh, you mean how you’re keeping the Dollar General torchiere on the whole time you’re doing me, and how trailer-trashy the place looks, including the tacky sheets? At least paint the ’60s paneling a different color than stark white!).

For the first 10 minutes, I wasn’t sure I’d told her the truth: That I didn’t care what a place looked like, I only cared about the massage. It was kind of hard to relax, especially after she kept apologizing profusely about assuming I was pregnant. Oh, and then, apparently I was upside down on the table when she came in. Well, what the heck is the bolster pillow doing, all the way down on that end, anyway? I didn’t see the little donut pillow for my head on either end, so I figured the table sort of reflected the dysfunctional aesthetic of the place, and she was using the bolster for my knees as a head pillow.

BUT– it turned out to be an incredible massage, much better than the far-out, New Age “menses” (ick) lady who gave me the creeps (Ow, you’re hurting me. “Are you on menses? Most women are extra-sensitive around their periods.” Thanks, I haven’t had a period since 1988. Now lighten up the pressure or I’m not paying).

Anyway, this masseur (I don’t know if they like “masseur”, but it’s shorter to type and say than “massage therapist, and it’s MY blog!) was extremely talented, and she has fingers that have great pressure, and can find the “crunchy” spots immediately. My feet never felt so good. The only time it hurt was when she was doing my butt, and she explained it was because I sat on it for most of my job. Kinda like my feet hurt because I’m carrying so much extra weight, I’m taxing my doggies.

I’m going to recommend to our HR person that we let her do chair massages at our workplace. I think it would be awesome, relieve a lot of stress.

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I was happy to see I was down to the 188s first thing this morning. After the walk, breakfast, and 2 cups of joe I was up to 191, though. So I think, from now on, I’m going to record the lowest weight I achieve every day, along with the higher weight (just so I can beware that I’m shooting for keeping the lower one as a goal, and that someday, that will be tomorrow’s high weight for the day).

Amazing how “fat” is often in our heads.

(Oooo. What an inspiring post I’m about to make.)

Posted on May 15th, 2008 by nike
Filed under: General