I have been pregnant a lot recently. And though the end result is so very worth it, I can't say there is much about actual pregnancy that I enjoy. I don't glow so much as glower. And more than six months after Z's birth, I still revel in my current, non-gestating state.
I was particularly looking forward to shedding all my baby weight. When I became pregnant with Natasha, I was at my lowest weight since starting college, thanks to the Couch to 5k program. Eight months later, I was a full 50 pounds heavier (how this happened when I spent the first three months of pregnancy throwing up four times a day, and the last three months not eating after 5 p.m. because of killer acid reflux, is still a mystery to me). And then I got pregnant again without losing all of it first. Now, I have about 25 pounds to lose.
So, I started C25K again in early January. It was going well - I was running three times a week and taking long stroller walks at least two days a week. I didn't even really have to count calories, and I started losing slowly and sensibly.
But then I busted my toe. The little one on my left foot. Insignificant, really, as far as toes go, but I couldn't wear shoes, even my sneakers, without pain. How did I bust it? I dropped the second seat of my double stroller on it.
Anyway, that put me out of running commission for awhile. And then, about six weeks later, just as I was starting to feel better, I tweaked my right knee. I have no idea how I did it. I don't even know what's wrong with it. Neither does the med unit. Their best guess is a microscopic tear somewhere in there. Not much I can do but take it easy. And maybe cut a few calories (but not too many since I'm nursing - ugh). But definitely no running for awhile.
That's where the getting old part comes in. About 11 years ago, I noticed that injuries were taking longer to heal, that my body wasn't as resilient as it once had been.
That is when I developed my Banana Theory of the human body.
It goes like this: We are all like bananas. Before we turn 22, we are green bananas (1-4 on the illustration above). Not at our full potential, still growing, and there isn't much that will hurt us. You can hurl a green banana at the floor and it will bounce slightly and then lie there, unbruised, unblemished.
At 22, we are just-yellow, perfectly ripe bananas, like 5 above. The inside is in peak condition, and the outside is still pretty sturdy.
But that perfect state does not last long - neither in bananas, nor in people.
By 23, we are bananas that have become just a bit overripe, like #6. From there, like bananas, we develop soft spots, bruises, etc. See #7. And we all know bananas get worse from there. So I won't extrapolate to the end - it's depressing. But you get the idea.