When I was in fifth grade, my school gave us scoliosis tests, prompted by a popular Judy Blume book called Deenie.

In November 2004, while I was uninsured, I also damaged my left rotator cuff while snowboarding. I've never gone to physical therapy.
A number of things have come up this week to make this subject blog-worthy:
Now that I walk everywhere, I think about my shoulders a lot. Correction: now that I schlep my life around DC with me, I think about my veritable packhorse existence. One of my recent obsessions is finding the perfectly fashionable, yet ergonomic backpack. I bought a $300 green leather backpack from the Village Tannery in NYC, but returned it in a rushed taxi ride to Penn Station because I realized 1) that it didn't fit my stuff and 2) that it wasn't all that comfortable (defeats the purpose, right?) My ideal backpack would double as a small fashionable vest, a massage therapist, and a storage locker. Needless to say, my search continues...
Last night, being indulgent Friday, I got the most intense hour-long deep tissue massage just on my shoulders, performed by Michael at Natural Body Spa in Arlington. It was deeply intense and at times, I was so relaxed (although in some pain) I almost forgot to breathe.
Wednesday before class, my yoga instructor Corrie (who reminds me a lot of my yoga instructor Suzanne back in SLC) was telling me about her current detoxing cleanse: lemonade, maple syrup, and cayenne pepper. (FYI, this is the same cleanse that Beyonce did prior to filming Dreamgirls.) She said that after feeling a bit sluggish, she was feeling really energetic and that she could move in ways that she couldn't before.

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