I spied this little bird planter recently and fell in love with it. I fell in love with it even more when I spied the $3 price tag on the bottom. It reminded me of something from Anthropologie, except without the "holy smokes I cant pay my mortgage now" price tag.
And I've also discovered that I'm physically falling apart.
I walk everyday on my lunch hour at a nearby gym. One solid hour of brisk walking, iPod music blaring, a spritz of Coconut Lime Verbena body spray afterwards so I don't smell like "recess" when I go back to work. It's really turned into a habit that I love, if for no other reason than the stress relief. It truly makes the last few hours of the workday fly by. Last week I started doing some light arm weights and a few sit ups.
So last week I noticed that my lungs hurt when I took deep breaths. Not an overall hurt, but especially on my right side. Day one passed, it still hurt.
I said to Matt, "Gosh, the right side of my chest hurts."
Day two passed, it felt worse.
I said to Matt, "Ow! This really hurts."
Day three passed, I was popping Advil every four hours.
I said to Matt, "OK, something is really wrong! I need x-rays! I need a doctor!"
Matt paused midchew (we were at dinner) and said in a very calm, deadpan voice, "You don't need a doctor. You need to give those sit ups a rest... you've pulled a muscle."
Old lady town right here. I was so mad that I stopped doing the sit ups all together.. and guess what. Yep, no more pain. At least I have a sweet new bird planter to console me, because I certainly cant look forward to being consoled by a six pack of ab muscles.