My mom's legs.
Yep. I looked down at my short little underpinnings yesterday and realized that I've been gifted with mom's legs.
And no, I didn't get a leg transplant, although if I hadn't spoken with her on Sunday morning, I might have thought that we'd been the victims of a vicious limb switch. Actually, maybe we were - but at this point, it would be hard to tell. Other than the scars from her bilateral knee replacements.
Don't get me wrong - I love my legs. They're strong and healthy and so far, replacement-free. I can walk and run and work out with them, I can chase grandchildren, cabs and a 50% sale with them. I can show off my calves and rock a pencil skirt with heels, and of course, I intend to honor them by purchasing shoes for them with MFT on the TandL trip.
But I heard an ominous crackling in the right knee as I was doing yoga yesterday, I'm feeling a shooting pain down my left leg today (although that's probably a back issue - just another legacy from Mom, thanks!), and well.....the skin is starting to be ....let's just say - not so elastic. And there are little gifts from the years of sun that are NOT cute little freckles. And, there might have been some spiders leaving a few marks overnight.
Happy Mother's Legs Day!
Sighhhhh...(Leg twitter. Pulling on jeans. Heavy sighing. Dragging myself to mirror. Hey! Cheering up at the sight of nice, dark-wash jeans with peep-toe pumps - decent line, makes my legs look a little longer, a little leaner. Ignoring shooting pain telling me to wear sensible shoes. Oops. May need to quickly polish just big toes for shoes. Nope, doesn't work. Slumping into self-centered, inane worry, leg depression again.)
8 comments:
if i get my mother's legs, i will cry.
actually. in reassessing my own legs, i'm gonna go ahead cry anyway.
my word verification is "ackel". man. how appropriate. i totally have ackels (instead of ankles).
I too have my mother's legs...and my dad's feet. Awesome combo.
I do the touch-up-only-on-the-big-toe trick too. ha!
Oh man...
I am trying to find my legs again under all the cellulite that plagues them...seriously. It's a bad thing.
I thought of you when I almost cleaned the wrong treadmill yesterday...those things are evil.
Ahhhh good times, good times...
and my word verification is calvenes; yes, my calves blend right into of back of my knees, like they are sacks of rabid mice.
Yes, I am thankful for my legs...just not thankful for how they store fat these days...
sigh.
I have my mothers legs too, and it's not cool. At all.
Stand perfectly straight with your back against the wall.
Now tuck your chin down to your chest, while keeping everything still pressed against the wall.
You might hear a little cracking and/or popping, this is normal.
This exercise will help stretch your neck and spine, and relieve some of the pressure in your back.
Do it often, whenever you think of it. Hope this helps stop the leg pain. You can also do this lying down.
w-I'm certain that you have beautiful ackels.
Miss Y - What do you do when the next little toe tries to peek out?
IK - As Kim Kardashian says, 'So what?' to the cellulite?
FoN - it's painful, isn't it?
Diane- Love the handy hints! :)
Ahhh, the snap, crackle, pop of our knees. I'm hoping it doesn't get louder with age otherwise people will hear me coming before they see me. My Mom's knees crack too, and my three sisters, and brother and come to think of it, I'd swear my 25 year old niece's knees are already cracking too. Yep, Mom's legs all the way around :-)
PS LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the picture! xo
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