Ya, ya, I know, it’s been
forever since the last entry but instead of prostrating myself in front of you
and receiving a thousand lashes (most of them self inflicted) I have decided to
come to terms and accept that I am and always will be an eternal procrastinator.
And I’m okay with that…..sort of.
It’s a pretty sad day when I
actively chose doing my taxes over writing a blog entry. The good news is taxes are done! Bad
news is I have not made much forward movement on the bucket list.
I will say, in all honesty my
schedule was pretty rammed for a while with shows at night and rehearsals in
the days for “War Horse” (http://www.mirvish.com/shows/warhorse).
And when we finally got some free, time Mama sprained her ankle (tore 2 ligaments specifically) jumping off a horse in the show. Which some how made it's way through the Brown community and moved from me spraining my ankle while doing the show, to me breaking my ribs while a riding a real horse.... ah, I love my brown peeps!
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| My Sexy "Cankle" |
So for the past 2 months
I’ve been working my way to getting back on the saddle (so to speak). And
during the 2 weeks I was off the show I consumed more shit than one person
should legally be allowed (never mind my already pre-existing routine of a bag of chips and a goblet of wine nightly after each show). I’ll admit, I let myself get in a funk and had a bit
of a pity party over the cankle. Which then led to buckets of ice cream, bags
of cheesies, boxes of pizza, and a village worth of perogies. But what’s a
girl to do when she’s lying prone for 14 days straight?.....Don’t answer.
You know, it’s a shame you
can’t sprain your tits - cuz
that’s an area I could really use the swelling. Nope, instead me and my cankle
have been hobbling around the city in search of a magician who can sweet talk
it back to normal: physiotherapy, active release technique, acupuncture (which
left my leg smelling like curry for 8 days – thanks to an herbal paste I got
suckered into buying). And in between still eating my way into oblivion.
Not being able to work out
the way I like (which is usually boxing) you’d think one would have
the sense to compensate by eating a little better. Well, I’ve said it before
and I’ll say it again, I’m a pussy when it comes to self-control around food. Please,
I consumed a whole wheel of brie in one sitting by myself a few days ago… it
still hasn’t made it’s way from my ass. When your yoga pants start to
feel tight (and they’re made from Lycra and Spandex) you know that’s a sign to
shit or get off the pot…..and I already tried the “shitting” thing a while back thanks to
the disasterous “Uncle Lee’s Dieter’s Tea” - we all know where that left me. So get
off the pot it is!
I did finally ease my way
back to the gym twice this week. But with the wheels of cheese still stuck to
my glutes this is gonna need more than that 2 days of exercise. So I’ve decided
to take on a detox and clean out the crap I’ve consumed over the past few
months. Ya, ya, I know what you’re all thinking, “Numa, a detox means you actually
have to control what you put into your body.” Need I remind you I did do it
before while training for the competition…sure I was cranky, irritable and a
down right bitch…but at least my skin looked good.
So the detox of choice which
still allows me to eat food and not starve myself on brown lemon water is “Wild
Rose Cleanse” (http://www.detox-central.com/wild-rose-cleanse.html)
. It promises “In just 12 days you can
feel lighter, refreshed and more active due to the cleansing process”. And I can handle 12 days….I think.
So starting next week I will
begin my process of pushing that Brie outta my system.
Oh and for those keeping
track of the Bucket List, check #34 off. I finally joined theTwitter (@RahnumaP). Being
as technically inept as I am, I thought once one signs up for a Twitter account
they will instantly gather flocks of followers. I’m up to a whopping 32! Take that Lady Gaga! For those of you with
Twitter accounts, care to stroke my ego and follow a brown gal and her cankle?
And # 23, Learn to Play The
Guitar, starts this week…as soon as I find a pick for the darned thing.
Will let you know how long I
can actually last on this detox.
Until my lazy ass writes
again,
R J
