Ch-ch-changes!

My vacation was amazing!  I REALLY needed a break from my crazy work.  It was awesome!  We pretty much got up and went somewhere every morning.  But even though I didn't sleep in much, we just had so much FUN! 

And...  I had my first massage!  I've always been way too shy to do that.  Sure, my back could use a rub down but I was mortified of someone touching me.  My mom very generously treated me to a massage, and I couldn't whine my way out of it.  The massage therapist escorted me to a room that smelled like a hippie headquarters with various incense and essential oils.  There was gentle mood music flowing from a boom box in the corner.  My immediate thought was... WHAT have I gotten myself into....  I thought about bolting for a split second.  She told me to please take off all my clothes but my underwear and lay on my stomach on the table and cover myself with the sheet.  I had to laugh as I undressed during what were to be my last moments of privacy.  In a few short moments, she would be as familiar with my goodies as I am.  So I'm giggling as I hike myself up onto the table.. and there's a huge problem.  Well...  two huge problems.  Lying on your stomach is not optimal when you have huge boobs.  It just doesn't feel good.  They were like spilling off the side. 

I tried to cover myself futilely, just as the massage therapist comes in.  She takes one look at the overabundance of my chesticles and offers a pillow for under my chest.  Ahhh, that's much better!  Okay...  I had it in my head before we began that I'd only let her touch certain things..  I didn't want her to go above my calf on my legs, etc.  But when they're doing it and it feels so good...  it's like WHATEVER.  Go for it.  It's already all hangin' out.  She did some WONDEROUS things with those hands.  Simply glorious.  Apparently, I was all out of alignment.  Not hard to believe.  Not only did she go above the calf, there was some glute action.  Oh yeah.  And I gotta say..  I didn't hate it.

By the time my glorious hour was up, I felt drunk.  Does a massage release some drug in your brain?!  That's what it felt like.  She was ask me questions and I was like..... "mmmfhhhmmmphhhff".  It didn't help that only my nose and mouth were peeking out of a tiny hole.  I had to drag my limbs when she asked me to move my arm to the side or something.  I so could have fallen asleep on that table in all my glory and not given a hoot.  I took my time dressing and staggered out sleepily and slightly dazed.  I could definitely get used to this...

The rest of the vacation was lovely.  I got to fulfill my lifelong dream of riding on an air boat.  It was as awesome as I thought it would be. And I got plenty of beach time and even a slight tan.  And my BFF met me down there!  So it was as perfect week.  :)

Today I tried cycling....  And it was awesome!  It was definitely hard, but it felt so good.  I'm glad I didn't give up on it.  (And even more glad I didn't have a mental breakdown in the parking lot this time.  Yay, me!)  I think this was my most successful cycling class to date.  And Shannon plays great music.  I can really pedal to... "I put my hand upon your hip.  When I dip, you dip, we dip."  That's just how I roll.

And.... the class also might have gone smashingly because I've been in a good mood.  Let's just say....  There's a certain someone who makes me happy.  And that's all I have to say.. about that.  ;)

Ciao, lovelies!