week one day one

Bless Australia Post.......
My scantily wrapped package arrived this morning, so very exciting.
By all acccounts I should have a vee-gee of steel in twelve weeks, investing 20 mintues of time per day.
Bit odd though, standing here typing, not sitting as gravity is my friend, for once!!!!
Apparently one in three women will experience the exact same thing as I, in varying degrees, due to a weakness in the pelvic floor.  Either from childbirth or pregnancy,or both,  I mean seriously you carry those bubbies around for a while with onbly the support of the pelvic floor to keep them in.....plus the extra burgers and milkshakes you end up carrying as well, because baby really likes them and wants them ! And then if the whold mother thing didn't get you, then menopause, the general ageing process or an inherited family tendency might come up and bite you on the backside, or frontside, in this case.
So, here I sit, with a big white plastic tampon as a friend, keeping me company, reading the flyer that came with my pack.  I think it's written in another language as there's some very interesting looking instruments, probes, biofeedback units and something called a Pelcexiser, which looks painful, even a variety of electrodes.  Let's hope the weights work.
So, I ask you, what is strong enough?  When I can pop a balloon with a dart?  Snap a pencil?  Or just get through life with this not being the biggest thing that annoys me?  Probably the latter, although if you see me down at the supermarket buying darts and balloons, please send me home!
Later,

Tracy Trapdoor xx