Triumph of the day: I can touch my toes!!!
This is a Big Deal. I’m 25 and never once in my entire life have I touched my toes. My brother, BF, has the same problem. It’s been a long standing (ha! Cause we can’t really bend over well!) shame that we’ve never been able to touch the floor.
Once, when I was in kindergarten, my music teacher made up play “Heads, Shoulders, Knees and Toes, Knees and Toes.” I cried.
This is not due to inflexibility, trust me. It’s just that I have freakishly long legs. Add that to a larger-than-average waist size, and bending over was difficult. As a consequence, I am highly adept at picking up pencils, clothing, Christmas ornaments and other small-to-medium sized objects with my toes.
I was so excited when I found out I could touch the floor. I had gone home for dinner, and burst in the door.
“Look everyone!! Look what I can do! I have a new party trick!!” I yelled, so everyone would look at me.
“Dude, you’re my sister. I don’t want to see that stuff,” replied my brother, not even looking up from his laptop.
“Butthead. No, look!” I raised my hands high into the hair, then hinged over at the waist, straight back. I felt so yoga-y. My chakras were totally doing whatever it was that chakras do. I let my hands fall to where they normally fell, pre-yoga, pre-Braids and pre-healthiness. “Now…watch closely.” I exhaled and stretched the next four inches to the ground, and lightly brushed my finger tips to the floor.
A chorus of applause.
“You touched your toes!!” My mother rushed over to hug me. In my mind, I could picture her on the phone with friends and family. “Diva touched her toes today! Isn’t that amazing?!” Her exclamations would be met with resounding ooohs and aaahhs as they discussed how talented I was.
“Whatever,” said BF. “Touching your toes is no big deal.” Tap, tap, tap on the keyboard.
“K. Your turn.”
“I hate you. You suck.” I should add that BF is a second degree black belt in taekwondo, a first degree in hapkido and first degree in Korean sword. This makes him a Korean martials arts Master. He can axe kick straight up to a 90 degree angle, no bend in the knee. But he can not touch his toes. And he’s sooooo jealous.
Honestly, I’m not sure how the weight loss is going to go this week. Wednesdays are my new weigh in days, rather than Mondays, since the 4.5 lbs was measured on a Wednesday. I haven’t had a chance to work out this weekend, and I’ve been doing what I can to maintain a healthy eating regimen. (My folks took the family out to a steak house last night. I had the smallest steak possible, and subbed the loaded baked potato out for steamed veggies.) I’m going to push it hard on Monday and Tuesday with hopes of good results.
But even if I don’t match the 4.5 lb drop from last week, so long as there’s a little progress, I’ll be happy. Especially because I can finally touch my toes!!
I think I’m going start throwing things on the floor, just so I can pick them up. **traipses away**
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