Middle-age Madness

by SkyRooster

My mother and I never really had an about life conversation except one. Upon turning 40, she made it a point to enlighten me that there would come a day soon, when I would wake up and feel like everything had changed. The problem with this conversation is she didnt expound upon such change. For me, the magic number was 42.

Aaaaaaah, yes….42.

It was as if I did wake up an entirely different person in someone eles body. No longer could I jump down off a chair with ease. No. Now the experience leaves me with an electrical current, surging throughout my entire body. The pain lasts only a few seconds but is a quick reminder of the crossover stage in my life.

It would have been nice if my mother would have mentioned that I would immediatley become ultra-conservative with a very strong opinion. Overnight I willingly adopted the attitude of,“I will speak my mind and dont give a rats ass who disagrees.” I was in shock to find myself listening and agreeing with Republican points of view! Strange twist, comming from an Ol’ Dead Head whose political agenda was “Love the one you’re with.”

Now mind you, this was an immediate transition. A transition from coloring my hair just to change the color to..coloring my hair to hide the gray and pray it lasts longer then 3.5 days! A transition from being able to eat anything I want to,to  eating a green pepper that will bloat and give me gas for days and the mere thought of a cupcake will form a tire that begins mid lower back and proceeds to the front of my stomach. A tire that now requires, yes, exercise and no longer a 3 day fasting! As well, I now must hold all reading material an entire arms distance and no amount of lotion is going to tighten up the skin on the back of my hands. And dont even get me started on the wild hairs!.One could only hope that their husband would notice and point out the 6 inch wild hair protruding from my collar bone. Nope. Made that mad discovery all on my own.  

Cross Pollination

by Regyna Longlank

via Jellybug Artworks

Flitting about like a bee from flower to flower spreading sunshine in a powder and lifting liquid love – what could be better my pretty little blossoms?  Regyna has been out and about, yes I have finally left the house, and frankly may never come back.  I would love to report that the exercise program was going gangbusters but sadly there has been no organized movement whatsoever.  There has been much struggle, much pain and blood-letting, and the battle is not yet won but never lost.  I’m pulling out English Ivy and beating back blackberries like a superhero saving the tree people.  This is great exercise, except for the whole skin puncturing thing.  Then there was the whole Kinetic Grand Championship thing, from which I am still recovering.  Very invigorating.  More on that later…

My back hurts

by Madeline Laughs

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When I was younger and someone said “My back hurts, I can’t do that.” I would roll my eyes. This statement translated in my head to “You’re just fukking lazy.”

I have changed my inner thoughts on back pain drastically since then.

My back pain is not something I ever talk about. It is rare that I share this part of my life with people. But I figured there might be someone out there that I can help or perhaps, comfort. If you have back pain, you are not alone. There are plenty of options for caring for yourself that don’t involve drugs and your life is not over. 

What the Head Tail Connection Can Do for You

by Regyna Longlank

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Stop for a moment and pay attention to how you are sitting.  Don’t adjust anything, just bring your attention to how your pelvis is resting on the surface beneath you.  I have my left leg crossed over my right so all of my weight is on my right sitz bone, or that pokey part of your butt that you sit on.  I am pitched forward with my lower back swayed and my gut loose.  My shoulders are fairly relaxed but my neck is at a funny angle because my pelvis is also.  Where are your hips and how are your sitz bones hitting the chair?  Can you feel where your weight is?  Let’s do a few things to bring your attention to that area so you can feel it better.  

How to Pull your Head out of your Ass

by Regyna Longlank

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Now I know what you are thinking.  Regyna, you are saying, I am not flexible enough to actually put my head into my own ass, but fear not.  This will be fun and easy for everyone.  Today we are going to talk about the head-tail connection, the cranio-sacral relationship, or as I like to call it how to pull your head out of your own ass.  Yes, it does sound like a magic trick but I assure you this is just plain old simple everyday fitness wisdom, news you can use, and all that jazz.  Can I just pause for a moment to mention that I love Bob Fosse?  Totally unrelated, it’s just that the trite, overused phrase all that jazz reminds me of him.  I am a fan of overusing overused phrases and mixing metaphors, it amuses me to no end and so I apologize in advance but really it could have been puns so count yourself lucky.