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So I settled in for a fine evening of back recovery last night. (After 45 minutes of kittykat waste removal, which you don't want to hear about...) I took the muscle relaxants the doc gave me and prepared to be stuporous. Since the drugs pretty much voided my chances of being able to concentrate on Victorian lit, I turned to the tv. First up: America's Biggest Losers. I won't even bother to link to it; let's just say it's the show where the teams lose weight and people get voted off the island blahblah. There are also 2 team leaders in the form of perky aerobics instructor types. (The blue team gets a boy and the red team gets a girl, don't ya know!) The show is about 2% compelling examination of the human psyche and 98% horrifying, cringe inducing fatsploitation. I kept having to turn the channel away like I was watching a horror movie. Unfortunately everything on every other channel was ridiculous drivel as well. Finally 9pm came, and I was able to switch to the real meat of the evening, House. I was all, what? A prime time show with Hugh Laurie? Sign me up!!! And then I watched it. Well, most of it, by the end I was flipping around a little bit. It's not Hugh's fault at all; he does a great job, even if listening to him speaking in an U.S. english accent is jarring like nails on a chalkboard. The script is just weak. It has potential, but unless my back is hurt again, I won't be going out of my way to watch it. If I need a Laurie fix I'll just get some Jeeves & Wooster. Finally before I gave up and went for the Victorian Lit anyways, I tried to watch a new episode of NYPD Blue. I didn't even realize this show was still on. Once I realized they were abusing Medavoy and that Sipowicz and Clark are still having the exact same stilted dialogue they were 4 years ago, I just turned the beast off and went to bed.

Oh, and Iron Jawed Angels was, despite being Sex&theCity-fied, still able to reduce me to blubbering. It also reminded me how ignorant I am about certain historical facts.

I feel as though my skull is full of cottonballs and my back still hurts. When this is better, I am going back to Curves; it should not be this easy to injure my back.



Nov. 17th, 2004 02:59 pm (UTC)
Oh, and seconded! I don't remember hearing about a back injury!
Nov. 17th, 2004 03:01 pm (UTC)
Sadly, I think the case is that my back is weak and injures easily. Once I am better, it's back to Curves for me.
Nov. 17th, 2004 09:01 pm (UTC)
Yoga helped mine a ton, because I have the same stupid back-made-of-tissue-paper back you seem to. I mean, exercise and strength stuff is good too, but I couldn't even do a lot of the strength exercises until I got more flexible, particularly in my hamstrings. They often have a pretty direct correlation to how strong your lower back is.
Nov. 17th, 2004 09:17 pm (UTC)
Yoga would be cool. I am just so whiny, and want someone to gooo wiiiith meeee! I need to find a class that is inexpensive and filled with cute punk girls.
Nov. 17th, 2004 09:32 pm (UTC)
I don't take classes, I just learned from an ex-roommate who was pretty knowledgeable, but I think he might have learned from a book! Anyway, I pretty much just put a CD on and go through the exercises which I know help my back, and if I have time after that I do the other ones. I so don't do anything in the right order. ;) At the very least, I try every day to lay on my back and pull my legs up to my chest for a few minutes, then to do a traction-y thing where I lay with my ass against the wall and my legs pointing upwards (it helps I can do this in bed before I get up). Seems to help quite a bit.
Nov. 17th, 2004 09:34 pm (UTC)
Excellent - thanks for the tips - I will look into it. I know SOMEONE on my friends list can recommend a book or tape or something they like.