Well, at least now I know what it is...

Today I went and saw a sports injury specialist. It turns out that what I have is not muscular, but an inflammation of my sacroiliac joint. It started in pregnancy, and it keeps flaring up. Right now, it's a pretty nasty flareup. I am going to have to go to treatment twice a week, and it's going to be a long and slow recovery.

Meanwhile, I am working around the injury. I completed the 5th day of my 10-day sentence at the first Pilates place. Since everything happens for a reason, I believe the reason for going there was to find the sports injury guy, whose office is right across the hall. Heh, heh.

I worked out for an hour and did mostly upper body stuff. I did manage to break a sweat, which is good.

I am stoked because tomorrow I get to see my Mari. So stoked, in fact, that I canceled two dental appointments, one mine, and one, Boom's. I will reschedule those, but I decided that, in order to maintain my sanity, I am going to have to give myself a break, and, sometimes, allow myself to do what I really, really want to do. So the dentist will have to wait for a little while. 'Cause I really, really want to see this lady.

I caved and took Aleve this evening, and am waiting for it to kick in. So I will be blissfully pain-free for a little while.

My best news of the day is that my husband said I am beginning to narrow in the waist. If I weren't hurtin' so much, I'd be doing a little happy dance right now.