Guten Morgen, Journal!
I. Am. Sore. Two or three days ago, depending on how you count days (that would have been this past Friday), I woke up, and seeing as how the rest of the Family Crabbcakes was still in the sack, decided that the cloudy weather would be conducive to some sorely overdue tree pruning. We have one ornamental tree at the end of the herb garden; don't know what the thing is called, but it is a standard landscaping slow-growing tree-let with the hanging branches that isn't a willow - it reminds me a lot of the back end of an ostrich / emu, and the Kids Crabbcakes call it the Ostrich Tree to distinguish it from other isolated trees on the property. The branches were all the way to the ground and blocking the walkway around the house. So I grab the pruning tool and go to it, no breakfast or nuthin' - I even stayed in my jammies, too (my jammies look a lot like street clothing, so no big deal).
The pruning tool could have used an oiling and a little bolt loosening - it was pretty damn tight - but I ignored it and went to work with a vengeance, clearing lots of dead wood as well. And then, when that wasn't enough for me, I cleared the herb garden of weeds. And then planted 8 herb plants. And then gathered coriander seed from the cilantro plants. And then - the energy ran out.
I don't know what got into me, but just as I was finishing up (it was hours later), the sky opened up. What did I do? Well, it felt soooo good to be in the lukewarm rain (after I had gotten all kinds of tree refuse on the upper half and garden dirt on the bottom half) that I just took off the clothes down to the undies, walked around the house to the corner of the garage where the downspout/gutter doesn't work right and leaks a heavy stream of water off the corner of the garage like someone opened a firehose up - and showered au naturel. Hubby saw me back there and tossed me a bar of soap at my request. And brought me a big, dry beach towel... great guy - it's why I married him. Just as I was all squeaky clean and rinsed, the rain quit and the sun came out. Next up on the outdoorsy menu - the Primal-obligatory 15 minutes of sunshine (even though I treat it as optional mostly). Works great for warming back up.
Sooo - Friday the arms and shoulders were heavy and sore. Saturday, the arms and shoulders were better, but the butt was achy! Good grief - the tush! I almost took a tylenol. Sunday, the tush was better, but now the back of the thighs are achy and tight... And Sunday I got the munchies and decided that eating the remaining homemade chocolate centers the kids and I had made pre-Primal would be a good idea... where four were good, eight or 10 would be excellent, right??!! It took less than an hour before my intestines hurt! I mean, it pressed hard! I was hoping for relief via a huge foghorn toot, but nada... I was doomed to ride this one out... As I write this, I feel much better, but I am really stunned that my body is starting to actively reject the not-food. My celiac daughter was so fantastic - she has had to endure awful stomachaches, and she was such a great commiserator and company as I lay on the couch and complained of the achiness. Secretly, she was happy about this - not that Mom was in pain, but that someone else in the house could experience food issues as she does - like I had joined her secret members-only Food Gives You Stomaches Club.
And that brings me to now. The tree cuttings are still in the yard, so that will be some work this week, but other than getting the branches off of the dead-anyway lawn (due to heat and dryness here), I have no great WOMing plans until the sore muscles are no longer sore. I hope they give it up before this coming Thursday - First, Second, hubby and I all have tickets to see Barry Manilow, and I wanna' dance without pain! First and Second are really, really excited - it will be their first-ever popular music concert, and we all are going to an outdoor venue we are new to.
So, dear Journal, I think it is time to obey another Primal principle - that of sleep... tomorrow is another therapy day with Third. I'll let you know how the concert turns out...