From Running to Prenatal Yoga

I miss running. Its been months.

I scaled back my running in December when the morning sickness kicked in but kept training for Francie’s 5K in March. My plan was to walk/run it with a friend but ended up walking it with my husband instead because my hip wasn’t in the game. I wanted to run so badly but I’m glad I didn’t. Walking that 3.1 miles totally kicked my you know what. I slept a lot the next day.

And then, on the Monday following, I received news that forced me to shelve my running shoes for the rest of my pregnancy.

Following my ultrasound at 18 weeks, the doctors discovered that my placenta is low-lying. That means its potentially in the way of a natural delivery. So no more strenuous activity and lots of fingers crossed that it moves out of the way as the baby grows.

I asked my doctor if prenatal yoga was ok – I was looking for a physical activity to help with the stress and the aches & pains – and got the green light. I took a prenatal yoga class during the second and third trimesters of my first pregnancy but opted to try a DVD at home this time.

I ordered Element: Prenatal & Postnatal Yoga from Amazon and loved it the second I pushed play. The workout was hard at first because my muscles were so stiff but afterwards I felt like my body breathed a sigh of relief, as if it had been waiting for me to practice yoga again. I felt pretty Zen the rest of the day.

The exercises were simple and familiar; after one or two more viewings I could probably do them with my eyes closed. The instructor’s voice was soothing, which was very important to me – I’ll stop using an exercise video if the instructor is annoying. There was a lot of emphasis on breathing, which I needed, connecting with the baby, which I also needed, and gratitude for the 30 minutes of doing something for yourself. And the bonus? There’s a 30-minute postnatal workout for six weeks after delivery. I’m hoping that will help me squeeze into my bridesmaid dress come October.

Earlier this month, I virtually watched many of my friends compete in the Cakes for a Cause Cupcake 5K. It was the first 5K I ran last year and I was hoping to participate  again this year. It was bittersweet reading their race times on Facebook and seeing the photos. There’s also next year, though, and, for now, I’ve got my yoga.

What’s your favorite yoga DVD?

A Wish To Be Younger

I’m not exactly sure how old my grandmother was when she passed away (80 something, I think) because, at some point in her later years, she decided to count her birthdays backwards.

Now, I know you can’t age backwards but I did lose track of her age.

She hated getting older. That much was evident. Whenever I asked what she wanted (like for her birthday), she’d say “my youth” in a begrudging tone like someone had stolen it from her.

She told me so many stories from her younger days; I wish I had written them down. She was a great storyteller and I credit her for inspiring that in me. (She also inspired in me a love of books,  travel and Broadway musicals.)

Our relationship wasn’t always a fairytale, though. The MomMom, as I called her, of my youth wasn’t the woman I got to know as a young adult. And I suppose I wasn’t the young spirit she had indulged with too many Barbies, either. We had a falling out when I graduated college that took me until September 11, 2001 to get over (funny how a tragedy will do that.) I’m grateful for the two years that followed – two years and a day – before she passed away on September 12, 2003.

When I mourned, it was for my MomMom and the memories we shared from my childhood. And that’s how I choose to remember her.

I was reminded of my grandmother when I read 29* by Adena Halpern. The book is about a woman who makes a wish on her 75th birthday to be 29 again, just for a day. And her wish is granted!

I wonder how many times my grandmother blew out her birthday candles wishing to be younger and what age she wanted to be.

What age would you wish to be again?

*As a member of the From Left to Write Book club, I received a copy of 29 for free. This post is not intended as a review and the ideas in this post are my own.

A Parisian Dessert

I’ve had a love affair with French cuisine for as long as I can remember but my first meal in Paris was not exactly lovely.

The meal came at the end of a two-hour walking tour of Paris that was preceded by a full day of touring Versailles on the very first day of a six-week college trip to France. I was tired, jet-lagged and starving but grateful my professor had finally stopped to let us eat. She picked a restaurant we found along on our route that featured a prix fixe menu. I remember the entree choices – in French, of course – were horse burger or fish.

I chose the fish.

It was the safe option. Or so I thought until it arrived whole from head to tail, eyeballs, bones and all. I spent more time picking out the bones than I did eating the actual fish. This meal did not bode well for the rest of my trip.

Fortunately, aside from a meal featuring couscous that left me with a terrible stomach bug, my culinary experiences in France were for the most part positive. My favorite lunchtime meal was brie and butter on bread. Simple. Inexpensive. And oh so delicious.

When I read Lunch in Paris* by Elizabeth Bard, a memoir of an American journalist’s love story with a French man and French food, I was excited to try one of the many recipes included in the book. Unfortunately, most include ingredients (like soft cheese and wine) not friendly to this pregnant mom. So, instead, I’ll share a Parisian dessert I used to make with my grandmother. We discovered it in a cookbook that I picked out at the library. I’m not sure if there is anything French about it, other than the name, but it was a favorite treat of mine when I was a kid just beginning to explore French cuisine.

Pears Helene

Chocolate syrup

Vanilla ice cream

Pear halves

Strawberry jam

Pour 1TBSP of chocolate syrup in a bowl. Top with two scoops of vanilla ice cream. Place pear halves on top of the ice cream. Mix 3 TBSP of strawberry jam with 1 TBSP of hot water and drizzle on the pears.

Enjoy!

*As a member of the From Left to Write Book club, I received a copy of Lunch in Paris for free. This post was inspired by this book and is not intended as a review. The ideas in this post are my own.

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