This week’s resolution chose me instead of the other way around. Stand up straight was on my list of resolutions from the start but I wasn’t going to tackle it just yet. Lately though, my back has been killing me. I start out all right in the morning but, by evening the muscles between my shoulder blades are screaming for relief. I’ve tried nothing and I’m all out of ideas so my husband suggests I go see someone who helped him when his back hurt. He’s not a doctor, or a chiropractor, or a physical therapist. He is someone called a bodyworker. If you said, oh yeah of course a bodyworker chances are you live within a thirty mile radius of me. If you live anywhere beyond that you probably just rolled your eyes in embarrassment for me and said, oh man she has become so California soft. I am. It’s true. Basically, this guy watches you walk and stand and evaluates what you are doing to mess yourself up. Then he tells you in the nicest way possible how it is you are messing yourself up. A series of movements on a large foam roller are part of the solution as well as some manipulation which is somewhat painful and somewhat pleasant. I have a tendency to want to curl up into a ball. I lean forward with every part of my body. It also doesn’t help that the muscles in my chest that used to balance the muscles in my back are now repurposed as boobies. Turns out, like most of the human race, I tend to carry stress in my shoulders, neck, and back. Lucky for me I don’t have a lot of stress in my life. Aside from the cancer in my three-year old, job transition, and two moves the past year was smooth sailing. You see my predicament. This week I will attempt to bring posture to my awareness and hopefully get a little relief in the process.
Week 10: Posture police March 6, 2012