Monthly Archives: February 2012

Guest Post at Yes & Yes!

Well hello there, I wanted to give a shout out to all the readers visiting here from Yes & Yes! I hope you’ll stick around. I’m not new to blogging, but this blog is new, as I’ve taken a bit of a hiatus from writing for the last couple of years.

For my own readers, yesterday Sarah von Bargen of Yes & Yes fame was kind enough to allow me to guest post the Web Time Wasters feature over at her blog. Head on over to check out some fun links!

Living a Full Life with Chronic Back Problems

One of the defining aspects of my life over the last year and a half has been the development of a herniated disc in my lower back. I’ve had problems with back pain for most of my life, but disc issues are not something to mess around with. Though I’ve never particularly enjoyed exercise, I’ve always been at least moderately active. I took pride in being strong enough to lift heavy boxes myself, keep up with my dog on a run, take the stairs instead of the elevator without being out of breath, etc. I also really enjoy food and was able to eat whatever I want as long as I burned it off at the gym. That worked out fairly well for me until my little hernia friend reared its ugly head.

All of a sudden, I found myself in a position where any physical exertion at all was likely to render me immobile with pain. After one particularly black weekend when I couldn’t move off the couch for two entire days without sending excruciating pain shooting throughout my body, I realized I needed to respect this injury and allow it to heal on its own schedule.

So I rested. And rested. And rested some more.

I would try my hand tentatively at going back to the gym or running here and there, always with awful, painful results. And so eventually, I resigned myself in frustration to being a couch potato, thinking I could never exercise again.

But that was just anger and denial that I had to deal with this problem. I’ve now accepted that this is a (albeit annoying) part of my life, but my herniated disc is not going to steal all of my health. I cannot work out like I used to, and I may never be able to again, but that doesn’t mean I am limited to being an immobile lump. So, some lessons that I’ve learned about nursing myself back to health in the face of physically limiting injury:

Respect Your Boundaries: Don’t do anything that will cause you to hurt yourself further. Don’t say yes to snowshoeing with friends because it sounds fun, if you know it will probably sideline you for weeks. Be careful in the sack, if you know what I’m saying – share your limits with your partner! Know when it’s better to rest with a warm bath than go for a run.


Test Your Limits:  I had this idea that if I couldn’t do the workouts that I used to do, then I couldn’t exercise, PERIOD. Well, I’ve had to reframe the idea of what exercise involves. I’m not running on the treadmill at top intensity or squatting a hundred pounds, but I want to be an active person. It turns out I really love yoga and I can go for hour-long walks without negative repercussions. So I do that.

Prioritize Your Health: It was easy to let my health take a backseat for awhile because I was also newly self-employed at the time, and that was time-consuming. But leaving an injury like this to languish just lets it get worse. Throwing some dollars and effort at the problem is worth it to me now, knowing how much it can help! I didn’t give up until I found what worked for me either. I tried chiropractic, physiotherapy, acupuncture, naturopathy, swimming, Pilates, and kinesiology before I settled on a combination of yoga and massage therapy that really works for my body. It’s kind of expensive, but I got a group benefits package that covers the massage and I decided that I can’t afford not to pay for the one type of exercise I like and can handle.

Prevent the Consequences from Spreading: What I mean by that is, this is a medical health issue. It’s going to affect your medical health, there’s no way around that. But here’s what also happened to me: I didn’t reel in my food consumption to account for burning fewer calories, and I gained weight. I started to hate my body. I didn’t feel strong. I didn’t want my partner to see me naked or have sex with me. I didn’t want to go on a tropical vacation because I’d have to wear a bathing suit. I got depressed when I couldn’t go hiking with my friends – one of our favourite activities beforehand.

This was dumb because I love trying new recipes and can still enjoy the same quantity of food if I make lighter (not less delicious) recipes. My boyfriend thinks I’m beautiful and wants to have sex with me, and wants to go on vacation to a tropical destination with me. My friends, it turns out, don’t really care if I can’t go hiking, they just want to hang out, and there are lots of fun things to do together. So… this problem didn’t really didn’t need to spill over into my weight, my mental health, my sex life, and my friendships, did it?

Being active and taking care of the pain with massage therapy, and being proactive about making other areas of my life positive have all helped immensely to keep my back problems from negatively affecting my whole life. These have been hard lessons to learn, though.

Valentine’s Day Rebellion

I hate Valentine’s Day. I’ve never met a guy who actually likes or looks forward to the occasion; I mean, flowers & chocolates? Those are for the ladies, amiright? Valentine’s Day for men would look a little different: Steak, blowjobs, and gifts of video games. (Don’t tell my boyfriend I told you that.) If that was Valentine’s Day protocol, how many of you are still on board?

Anyway, I’ll be honest, I like being the low-key girl who truly doesn’t care one iota about the occasion. I’m not just saying it, I really mean it: we can go right ahead and forget about it. Treat it just like any other day. Pinky swear, I don’t mind. In fact, I prefer it.

So I staged a little talk with The Boy about it a couple of weeks ago.

Me: “Hey, honey, how do you feel about Valentine’s Day?”
Him: “Uhhhhh….” *Deer in headlights look*
Me: “Because I think it’s a marketing ploy by retail corporations teaching us to equate love with dollars spent on this one arbirtrary day of the year, and I kind of hate it.”
Him: “Oh good. Me too. I don’t really like it. I kind of hate it, actually. A lot.”
Me: “So we’re not going to celebrate it then. Right? I hate it, you hate it, let’s just ignore it.”
Him: “I guess.”
Me: “No definitely. Don’t do anything.”

Cut to today. I genuinely have no plans or expectations for the day, and I’m kind of happy about it.

I text him a Happy Hallmark Commercialized Love Day message, JUST as the flower delivery guy walks in my office door with red roses for me. But the note was what really got me:

“Nicole!! I’m so glad we met each other. I know we said we wouldn’t do anything for Valentine’s Day, but you deserve these, and I don’t like doing as I’m told.”

God I love that man.

Fresh Start

Well here we are. This post has been over a year and a half in the making, and somehow it seems so much more difficult to write because I’ve been thinking about it so long… like it must be EPIC! because it’s been rattling around in my brain forever. The fear that it won’t be good enough, that it won’t be perfect, has kept me from starting.

But this is not my first rodeo. I know that fear is rarely a good reason to avoid something… in fact, though counter-intuitive, it’s usually a signpost guiding you towards the things you really need to do. It keeps you in your comfort zone if you let it rule you. But growth and happiness exist squarely outside that little comfort zone, in my experience! So in the interest of just getting over my fear and letting good enough be good enough, here I am again.

This may appear to be a brand new blog, but I’ve been in the blog world for years. I’ve been reading blogs since the days that Dooce was dooced and I’ve penned a handful of my own blogs under my real name as well… which became my undoing. Having a personal blog in my profession can be a liability, and my time was short when I first began work as a self-employed financial planner, so blogging had to go. I miss it as a creative outlet though, and I now find myself with more time to spare for activities other than my day job. I hope that this time, I’m here to stay.