Honeys… I’m hoooome. And a funtastic time was had by all:)
So much fun, in fact, that I am almost “speechless” as I try to put it into words for you. Because there is so much to say yet so few words to do it all justice. So, I’ll go with the
short and easy approach of highlights. And a few low-lights. You can probably figure out which is which:)
Winter wonderland. I have two words for you: “winter storm.” Yes, in Arizona. So at the last minute I packed a raincoat in addition to my fleece jacket, and at times I wore both. One morning we were even treated to a gentle hail storm! But inside was always sunny:)
Food glorious food. I ate and ate and ate. Most days I started with a pumpernickel bagel and lox. The portion was a half bagel with a tiny bit of decoratively piped cream cheese and just enough lox to fit on top. I enjoyed every bite. One day I went for the fruit pancakes which were yummy but almost too sweet. My favorite was the banana. Chunky. Mid-morning I snacked on the “muffin of the day.” I think my favorite was raspberry. Most afternoons I nibbled on the “cookie of the day.” My most memorable lunch was a smoked trout salad on a bagel. And the dinner that stands out in my mind was lamb chops (tiny) over mashed sweet potatoes (so delicious I could have eaten a bowl for dessert) and roasted cauliflower. My favorite appetizer was also lamb – small slivers with grapefruit and micro-greens. I tried two new veggies: boniato, which is a white sweet potato, and salsify, a root veggie that seemed pretty tasteless to me. As for dessert, I had it at every meal. Most came in teeny, tiny servings, very cute but very very, very small. By far my favorite though was actually quite a large and satisfying size:- Banana Changa, a (partial) banana wrapped in baked phyllo dough and drizzled with chocolate, accompanied with a pineapple sauce.
Fit to be tried. Fitness-wise, it’s all about trying as many new things as I can and taking as many classes as possible. No relaxing for me! Classes run 45 minutes and I took four or five every day. One new offering was called Desert Drumming. Each participant stood behind an exercise ball that sat on a base, lined up in rows, and banged away with drumsticks, with simple choreography and foot movement. So much fun that I hardly felt like I was exercising! I also very much enjoyed Chair Yoga and a Disco Fever dance class that had fun music and choreography even I could follow.
Oh, my aching muscles. My calf injury had me being as careful as I could be, avoiding high impact and inclines. I wore a calf sleeve for support and heated my leg at night. It did bother me much of the trip, increasingly as the days went on, but I didn’t let it slow me down too much. And it was a great excuse to not do lunges. And, hello, inner thighs! A Pilates Magic Circle class made me sore for days, reminding me just how often I use that particular part of my body. Other delayed-onset-muscle-soreness: my abs, from the last day at the spa when seemingly every class I took had me working my mid-section.
Bingo was my name-o. Game after game, my bingo card sat, bored, like me, while numbers were called and I had nothing to show for it. Until the big prize. I knew what it would be; I’ve played spa bingo many times before and the final prize is always the same. And sure enough, the end of the evening was mine. As was the XL spa robe that hung past my fingertips and dangled onto my feet. I asked if I could exchange it for one of the “small” prizes and am now sipping my morning tea from an also-oversized Canyon Ranch mug:)
Meet me in
St. Louis Tucson. One of the bloggers I’ve been connecting with for the longest lives close enough to Canyon Ranch that she offered to drive over for a meet up. Jan was willing to work around my busy schedule and headed out into what she describes as the dark and stormy night just to meet me:) And I’m glad she did. We talked about lots of things, weight-related topics least of all. And I’m sure we could have gone on for hours had I not known my roommate (aka Mom) was probably waiting up for me. It was so great to put the real face to the person I’ve come to know just through her words.
If I were a rich woman. I’d have massages on a regular basis instead of only every other year at the spa. This trip I had three. Mmmmm. And got all sorts of knots worked out of my back. I also had my mild facial peel but am not sure I see any improvement. (Bags under my eyes – that I see!) And I had a body scrub. Almost every inch. Imagine a washcloth as a fig leaf. Modesty? No place for it at the spa. I’m already thinking ahead to my next trip: one of my masseuses also does reflexology and recommended it after she saw how I “melted” when she was rubbing my feet. Bliss!
The photo that almost got posted. Would have been of my mom, SIL, and me, after our post-dinner massages (them) and scrub (me), luxuriating in our silky skin and not wanting to get clean clothes all greasy. So we stayed “dressed” in long white terry robes, adding our coats on top as we trucked back in the dark to our casita.
The icing on the carrot cake. After each body treatment, the technician hands you a card that has a zen photo on one side and words of inspiration on the other. In my little collection of four cards, one seemed particularly fitting. It says: “Health is not a destination; it’s a journey. Along the way you make choices that determine where your journey takes you.” I hope my journey takes me back to Canyon Ranch many times. And that between now and then, I make choices inspired by what I experienced there. This is real life; Canyon Ranch is surreal life. But bringing a bit of that back with me would only be a good thing.