Hematoma
So I've been hula hooping lately...
I don't really find squirrels attractive normally, but since this one is hoop dancing I couldn't help myself.
I decided a couple of weeks ago that the extra 6 inches or so of love on my hips and waist had to go. Since I don't want to change anything about my diet, aka I want to drink and eat whatever I want, and I don't have the luxury of breastfeeding any children and melting pounds that way, I knew I would have to start doing some sort of exercise that was more calorie shedding than knitting cables in sweaters. So, of course, I wanted this "exercise" to be disguised as something "interesting" or "fun." Basically, I want an Anti-Christ to any traditional form of exercise, e.g. running on a tread-mill. Call me crazy, but I think I'm allergic to most forms of exercise. I can dance all night if there's a d.j. spinning and beer flowing. I will run down my driveway if I'm running late to meet Sage at the school bus. I've even been known to bike hundreds of miles, okay I was living on an island where it was my only mode of transport. However, I am most interested in exercise incognito. Hence, my collection of Belly Dancing for Fitness, Pilate's Ball Workout, New York Ballet Company Workout DVDs that collect dust on the shelf. Insert Adam rolling his eyes and sighing, "Can't you exercise like normal people?"
Me? Normal? Never.
And thus, my new found love for the hoop brought to me directly from the Betty Hoops, what a gal!
Meanwhile, my hoop and instructional DVD came in the mail about a month ago, and from the video I doubted I would really shed any pounds. However, it was interesting to know that all my life I had been hooping incorrectly! I was aghast! Okay, I wasn't.
Equipped with the correct form, and the new "weighted and padded for adult use" hoop I tried my best to keep up with Betty. Consequently, she kicked my ass. I was sweating profusely as I tried to keep the hoop moving and run in place at the same time. Yikes! It was damn fun and the next day my mid section was pleasantly sore, it was working!
Fast forward to day five of forty minutes of continual hooping. I am awesome! I can move around, I can run in place, holy shit I can't breathe. Huge bruise, under bruise HEMATOMA! A big blood clot had developed on my left hooping side.
Well, it's day four of no hooping for Amy until the blood/bruise/lump/extremely sore spot heals. Boo hoo.
I guess I'll have to sign up to Curves.
P.S.
I found the pattern for my sweater that I've been making up as I go along. So guess what? No peeking! I'm going to try and finish it by January 1st, and submit the pattern to Knitty by the fifth. I know it's wishful thinking that it should be posted, but you can't damn a gal for trying.
Peace out.
I don't really find squirrels attractive normally, but since this one is hoop dancing I couldn't help myself.
I decided a couple of weeks ago that the extra 6 inches or so of love on my hips and waist had to go. Since I don't want to change anything about my diet, aka I want to drink and eat whatever I want, and I don't have the luxury of breastfeeding any children and melting pounds that way, I knew I would have to start doing some sort of exercise that was more calorie shedding than knitting cables in sweaters. So, of course, I wanted this "exercise" to be disguised as something "interesting" or "fun." Basically, I want an Anti-Christ to any traditional form of exercise, e.g. running on a tread-mill. Call me crazy, but I think I'm allergic to most forms of exercise. I can dance all night if there's a d.j. spinning and beer flowing. I will run down my driveway if I'm running late to meet Sage at the school bus. I've even been known to bike hundreds of miles, okay I was living on an island where it was my only mode of transport. However, I am most interested in exercise incognito. Hence, my collection of Belly Dancing for Fitness, Pilate's Ball Workout, New York Ballet Company Workout DVDs that collect dust on the shelf. Insert Adam rolling his eyes and sighing, "Can't you exercise like normal people?"
Me? Normal? Never.
And thus, my new found love for the hoop brought to me directly from the Betty Hoops, what a gal!
Meanwhile, my hoop and instructional DVD came in the mail about a month ago, and from the video I doubted I would really shed any pounds. However, it was interesting to know that all my life I had been hooping incorrectly! I was aghast! Okay, I wasn't.
Equipped with the correct form, and the new "weighted and padded for adult use" hoop I tried my best to keep up with Betty. Consequently, she kicked my ass. I was sweating profusely as I tried to keep the hoop moving and run in place at the same time. Yikes! It was damn fun and the next day my mid section was pleasantly sore, it was working!
Fast forward to day five of forty minutes of continual hooping. I am awesome! I can move around, I can run in place, holy shit I can't breathe. Huge bruise, under bruise HEMATOMA! A big blood clot had developed on my left hooping side.
Well, it's day four of no hooping for Amy until the blood/bruise/lump/extremely sore spot heals. Boo hoo.
I guess I'll have to sign up to Curves.
P.S.
I found the pattern for my sweater that I've been making up as I go along. So guess what? No peeking! I'm going to try and finish it by January 1st, and submit the pattern to Knitty by the fifth. I know it's wishful thinking that it should be posted, but you can't damn a gal for trying.
Peace out.
posted by Amy S. at
5:23 PM
3 Comments:
Wow. Knitting and domestic stuff coming from the girl I thought was going to be a hardcore feminist and dance troupe on broadway or something. Time has its way of shaping us and surprising at different turns along the way. We are a long ways from High School, Dorothy. LOL
-Mike F.
Hey, Im another fellow hooper named Amy who also happens to have a bruised hip with lovely bumps underneath...(hematoma) you say!!! ahhh. wtf? does it go away, what did you do to treat it/how long does it stick around. I got the damn thing trying to move my hoop from waist to hips. that was two weeks ago, so now ive got that whole thing down and even can avoid the bruised spot...i think im even gittin good at it! im trying to decide if i should seek medical attention? either way Im not putting the sucka down. ;)
woops, didnt realize this thread was so old...anyway still looking for advice ;)
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