Perfect Crunch Form

I'm just back from physical therapy, feeling like screaming.  It happens every time.  Massaging scars and pushing my muscular/flexibility limits is very painful. 

The up side?  My PT says I can cut back to once a week because I consistently work every day at home.  She says I'm making progress and I try be content with the small gains I've made so far.

The other wonderful news is that she thinks I have good posture, something I've been trying to mindful of as I go through my day.  I got accustomed to slumping a bit after the reconstruction surgery.  Time to stand up straight, which helps with energy and stretches out those internal scars where the tubes ran vertically inside my body from both sides of my groin to new breast.

The very best news (and I know this sounds a little silly) is that PT says I have perfect crunch form.  The former fitness addict (and perfectionist) in me rejoices at that news.  Muscle memory.  It's an amazing thing. 

It's been a good Friday so far.  Well, except for that need to scream.

Next week, I'll report on the saga of the latest injured employee who's driving me crazy.