Did you think I'd forgotten to keep up the illusion that I'm a mad workout queen? What with summer holidays and the kids keeping me busy (soccer Saturdays have made it difficult to keep up our regular regimen of the gym on the weekend)... how easy would it be to miss the occasional workout?
But with summer vacation comes the lazy days of socializing, and the eating, and the DRINKING (calories, OMG, the calories of those lovely glasses of Chardonnay, Pinot, Pomtinis and Smirnoff Mojito Ready-to-Pour - and me being just soooo ready and rarin-to pour ...). Unfortunately it is also the season of the swimsuit, shorts, and cami's.
Thank goodness the newest Bodyjam release, #45, is the best one. Ever. I don't almost wreck my back over just anything, you know.
I thought I'd share what has made it a little easier for me to get to the gym 2 -3 times a week, even in the summer...
I present BODYJAM 45:
The warm up (it's a long one, but imperative to loose up. Check the last couple of minutes of this video for the gist of it)
Contemporary Rock - Voodoo People - Prodigy. This is my favourite part... it's aggressive and I can pretend I'm ready to rumble...
A little reprieve in the middle - to smooth Dream feat Rihanna "Livin' a Lie"
So here's the whole routine wrapped up in a nice little demo...they're not exactly moshing, but then I don't think they're from Scarborough, Ontario, either... (Bring em out; a little RATM; Prodigy; With Every Heartbeat Robyn S; Delirium feat S. Mclahlan - tiesto remix ...)
This workout makes my brain think I'm 22 years old, when clearly I'm ... well, NOT. Maybe one of these days when I'm half drunk but still able to stand, I'll get my boy to videotape me doing the routine to post, instead of just featuring the more cut and younger instructors pulled from Youtube.
Yah, right.
In any case, if they keep up with these rawkin' workouts, maybe my body might finally feel the need to align with the mind...
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Friday, August 15, 2008
Monday, June 09, 2008
Doctor, doctor
Statistics seen on a recent Good Morning Canada broadcast:
About this time 10 years ago...
Sitting in the fertility doctor’s office, it hit me.
We are infertile. For a lack of any better way to think about it ... it sucked big time.
I had been focused on the school thing for the previous few months; getting the first term of the program under my belt was a good thing. Not bad timing at all, providing me with a distraction from this bigger worry.
Ian came with me to the doc’s. The lone man among a room full of women. It was rather obvious why we were there. The doctor was an ob/gyn, a specialist in endometriosis but he also dabbled in fertility treatments. Endometriosis is often a cause of infertility.
The doctor was punctual. We were called into his office, and he greeted us with a wide grin; a quiet man, with an ear-to-ear smile. And I’m not the only one who’s noticed this. He was voted “Smiliest Fertility Doctor” in this publication not too many years ago. The fact that they even had this as a category boggles my mind (talk about being bang on; it was actually a pretty quirky list of the "best of the city" and I could laugh about it).
He took a look at my records while we sat in front of him. He asked us a few questions, noted our ages and lifestyle. Then he announced that he had full confidence that we would get pregnant. This was even before getting into any real “testing” of us. He just knew … and looking at the wall of fame behind us (babies, babies everywhere) … we were encouraged.
So here was the plan. We’d do some investigation of our status quo; check my cycles, BBT etc, bloodwork on both of us. Check the man’s Spencer stats (you really should trademark the name, Xbox).
Next steps after that, if still not preggars:
1/ Hysterosalpingogram (HSG). Can help clear any tubes while they’re looking for potential blockage, don’t you know.
2/ Then consider drug therapy (Clomid).
3/ If drugs alone don’t work, add cycle monitoring consisting of blood work and ultrasounds of the transvaginal variety (gulp). And more drugs.
4/ If no success there, then we move into the Assisted Reproduction Technology arena. IUI’s, IVF, ICSI, GIFT … enough acronyms for you? But this last step, don’t even think about as we probably wouldn’t have to go there (yet...)
First things first. Take this graph, go home, be diligent with your temperature, and fill it out the form. Do your thing. Come back after the cycle and then we’ll talk.
He told us we should be pregnant in a matter of months. It was nice to hear that from someone, especially a professional.
We left there feeling great. Oddly excited. A new start. Some renewed hope.
(here comes the happy music ...)
- 600 000 couples in Ontario are suffering from infertility
- 90 million couples worldwide are experiencing infertility
********************************
About this time 10 years ago...
Sitting in the fertility doctor’s office, it hit me.
We are infertile. For a lack of any better way to think about it ... it sucked big time.
I had been focused on the school thing for the previous few months; getting the first term of the program under my belt was a good thing. Not bad timing at all, providing me with a distraction from this bigger worry.
Ian came with me to the doc’s. The lone man among a room full of women. It was rather obvious why we were there. The doctor was an ob/gyn, a specialist in endometriosis but he also dabbled in fertility treatments. Endometriosis is often a cause of infertility.
The doctor was punctual. We were called into his office, and he greeted us with a wide grin; a quiet man, with an ear-to-ear smile. And I’m not the only one who’s noticed this. He was voted “Smiliest Fertility Doctor” in this publication not too many years ago. The fact that they even had this as a category boggles my mind (talk about being bang on; it was actually a pretty quirky list of the "best of the city" and I could laugh about it).
He took a look at my records while we sat in front of him. He asked us a few questions, noted our ages and lifestyle. Then he announced that he had full confidence that we would get pregnant. This was even before getting into any real “testing” of us. He just knew … and looking at the wall of fame behind us (babies, babies everywhere) … we were encouraged.
So here was the plan. We’d do some investigation of our status quo; check my cycles, BBT etc, bloodwork on both of us. Check the man’s Spencer stats (you really should trademark the name, Xbox).
Next steps after that, if still not preggars:
1/ Hysterosalpingogram (HSG). Can help clear any tubes while they’re looking for potential blockage, don’t you know.
2/ Then consider drug therapy (Clomid).
3/ If drugs alone don’t work, add cycle monitoring consisting of blood work and ultrasounds of the transvaginal variety (gulp). And more drugs.
4/ If no success there, then we move into the Assisted Reproduction Technology arena. IUI’s, IVF, ICSI, GIFT … enough acronyms for you? But this last step, don’t even think about as we probably wouldn’t have to go there (yet...)
First things first. Take this graph, go home, be diligent with your temperature, and fill it out the form. Do your thing. Come back after the cycle and then we’ll talk.
He told us we should be pregnant in a matter of months. It was nice to hear that from someone, especially a professional.
We left there feeling great. Oddly excited. A new start. Some renewed hope.
(here comes the happy music ...)
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