The Girl Playbook · Vol. 1 · Bladder & Pelvic Floor
Remember when you could walk out the door with just your keys and purse and never think about your bladder, pads, or the nearest bathroom?
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Spare underwear and extra pads weren’t zipped into the side pocket, and your purse weighed about what a purse should weigh for a woman with no accident to plan for.
Back then, your hand found the keys on the first try, because there was nothing else in there to dig through, no packet of wipes and no spare pants folded at the bottom.
There was a time when you backed out of the driveway with a full travel mug and the window down and never once looked at the clock, or counted the minutes until the next restroom.
By noon the afternoon had room in it for another errand, or a long lunch, or nothing at all, and you took your time deciding, comfortable and dry, with nothing to hold back.
There was a time when you didn’t know the exact location of every restroom within 10 miles, and a bladder leak never crossed your mind on any road you took.
You knew the way to your sister’s house and the way to the lake, and the roads in between, with no rest stops to memorize, were simply roads, and no part of you kept a countdown to the next exit.
Remember when you took the middle of the row at the movie theater with a large soda and no worry about your bladder, and passed the popcorn down the line?
At a Friday matinee, you walked past 3 perfectly good seats on the aisle by the restroom door to get to the center, trading the easy exit for the best view.
There was a time when you stood through an entire concert with your friends, skipping the restroom line, shoulder to shoulder, and sang the words you knew, with no nervous glance at the exit sign.
You sat through 4 quarters of football, and your second hot chocolate went cold in your hand because you’d never once rationed it to save a trip to the restroom.
You didn’t have to cut your laugh short for fear of a little leak, no matter how funny the joke got.
Back then, you never carried a backup of the backup in case of a bladder accident, and your purse and your trunk were lighter for it.
The only spare in your car was a tire, with no spare pants or wet wipes anywhere, and it had never once left its well, because nothing ever happened that needed a change of clothes.
Remember when you stood close to people and never wondered if they noticed a wet spot or a telltale pad line?
You used to say YES…
Yes - to dancing at your best friend’s daughter’s wedding without checking the exits…
Yes - to the double date while wearing white pants…
Yes - to the restaurant without mapping every bathroom…
Yes - to laughing hard at family stories around the Thanksgiving dinner table…
Yes - to traveling without mapping out rest stops along the way…
Yes - to sitting through a long movie without a single thought of the restroom… or needing to sit on the first or last chair in the row…
It used to be…
You could sneeze without crossing your legs.
You could feel completely spontaneous.
You could feel completely confident.
You could feel like yourself… bold… self-assured… living life with off-the-cuff fun.
You didn’t have to do the quick leg cross… the nervous check… or hold your handbag in front of a wet patch and hope no one noticed.
You didn’t have to know where the public restrooms were before you knew where you were parking…
And you didn’t need wet wipes in the car…
…because a quick trip to the store didn’t require emergency supplies.
You never had to keep spare pants in the car.
You didn’t have to choose black gym pants, or think twice about drinking too much water before class.
The light gray leggings used to be an easy choice…
You didn’t have to take an extra layer to tie around your waist.
Dark colors weren’t the safer choice…
…and you didn’t have to route every long drive through the rest stops.
You didn’t even have to know exactly which clothes would hide a leak.
At a wedding, your attention could stay with the celebration, without a thought of the restrooms or the next time you’d need to cross your legs.
You didn’t have to wonder whether leaking was going to be part of the rest of your life.
And these days all you ever hear is, “Do your kegels.”
And they don’t even tell you that you could be making these 3 mistakes without even knowing it…
Mistake #1: Holding your breath while trying to squeeze.
Mistake #2: Bearing down when you meant to lift.
Mistake #3: Clenching your belly and mistaking that effort for the squeeze.
If you think you might be making at least 1 of those 3 mistakes, then this new book is a MUST read before your next big laugh with your partner…
Before the next time you try to jump on the trampoline with your kids or grand kids…
Before you choose your next seat at the movie theater or at church…
Remember when coming home was just coming home…
You didn’t have to hurry, fumble with the key, and head for the restroom.
And when you were out, you didn’t have to ask a store employee if you could PLEASE use the staff restroom… because it really couldn’t wait.
Back then nothing was holding you back…
…no little voice checking the clock and the door…
…and you were in the group photo, front row, laughing, so you never felt left out of the best part of the night…
In those days you never had to cut a laugh short because a sneeze or a giggle might mean a leak.
Never had to locate the restrooms before you even chose where to park.
Never had to hide pads and spare underwear beside your keys.
You could slow dance with your partner at your own anniversary party, swaying there with your cheek on their shoulder and not thinking about anything at all.
Laugh, Sneeze, Jump
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It’s strange how a life can get smaller without anyone meaning for it to.
And perhaps the saddest part is how easily you can get used to it.
You make your adjustments.
You find your excuses.
You tell yourself it doesn’t really matter.
But it does matter.
The friendships matter.
The laughter matters.
The afternoons you spend doing something just because it makes you happy matter.
And somewhere along the way, perhaps you’ve forgotten that you matter just as much.
Remember when you could walk out the door with just your keys and purse?
You put your shoes on at the front door and went, with no lap through the bathroom first.
The spare underwear wasn’t zipped into the side pocket, and the purse weighed about what a purse should weigh.
Your hand found the keys on the first try, because there was nothing else in there to dig through.
You pulled the door shut behind you and kept walking, and the car was already warm from the sun.
You backed out of the driveway with the window down and never once looked at the clock.
You didn’t have to sit by the door.
You took the middle of the row at the movie theater and passed the popcorn down the line.
You sat in the middle of the church pew on Sunday with your shoes slipped off under the seat.
You stood through an entire concert with your friends, shoulder to shoulder, and sang the words you knew.
You sat through 4 quarters of football, and your hot chocolate went cold in your hand.
You clapped for every name at a long graduation ceremony.
You watched your grandchild’s school play from the fourth row and couldn’t have told anyone where the exits were.
Laugh, Sneeze, Jump
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You used to run for the bus and laugh when you made it.
On rainy days you crossed the parking lot at a jog with your head up, and you let your hair get wet.
You heard the train doors beeping at the end of the platform and took the stairs 2 at a time.
You slipped through the doors a second before they closed and grabbed the pole, and the stranger beside you grinned.
You took the first seat you saw, by the window, and watched the rain run sideways down the glass.
Think of a hot summer day, a cold drink, and no plans.
You sat at the end of the picnic table at the backyard barbecue with your feet in the grass and sipped iced tea all afternoon.
When somebody’s kid ran past with a water balloon, you lifted your glass out of the way and the ice rattled, and you took another sip.
At dinner out you said yes without scanning the menu for what you could safely drink, and you ordered a second glass of wine because the first one was good.
The next morning you poured a second cup of coffee and carried it out to the porch, and you drank water through the day because you were thirsty.
It used to be easy to turn the key in the front door and set down your bags.
You nudged the door open with your foot and let the bags slide to the floor wherever they landed.
You kicked off your shoes and called hello to the kitchen, and you stayed in the hallway to hear the answer.
Somebody was rinsing a pot at the kitchen sink, and you kept right on chopping the vegetables for dinner.
After dinner you rinsed the dishes and watched the light go gold on the backyard fence.
At the end of the night you stood under a long hot shower until the water started to cool.
Remember the first time you wore white and never gave it a thought?
You pulled the white pants off the hanger at 6pm and put them on with the radio playing in the next room.
You didn’t turn around in the mirror to check yourself from behind, and you didn’t tug the hem down once in the car.
The next morning it was the light gray leggings, and you walked out to the car with your coffee and never glanced at your reflection in the window.
You wore a fitted dress to the party and a light-colored skirt to church on Sunday, and the hanger was the only decision you made.
You tied a sweatshirt around your waist on the way out the door, just because it looked cute.
Laugh, Sneeze, Jump
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When was the last time you got through a Saturday with no plan B?
You shopped at the mall until the stores started closing and never asked an employee if you could please use the staff restroom.
You browsed a bookstore for an hour and carried 2 books to the register without a single restroom check.
You stopped to chat with a neighbor at the front door, and you stood there with your legs uncrossed until the story had an ending.
You stood in the grocery line and never shifted your weight from foot to foot.
You walked the dog around the block at the end of the day and enjoyed it.
Back then, you packed light.
Your gym bag held shoes, a water bottle, and a towel, and the pants were whatever color you felt like that morning.
You drank a full glass of water before class and did the jumping jacks when the instructor called them.
You took the Saturday morning spin class, joined Zumba on a Tuesday evening, and moved to every song.
You held a downward dog in yoga with your eyes closed, booked a Pilates class with a friend, and added weight to the barbell every week and smiled at the number on the plate.
You lunged for a pickleball shot at the net, you played a full set of tennis doubles the next day, and you were still talking about it at lunch.
Do you miss the days when you could put on a swimsuit and jump straight into the pool?
You came out of the locker room and went right to the edge, with no stop to make on the way.
You were up the ladder to the diving board before the kids finished counting, and you jumped.
You did cannonballs with them until everybody on the steps was soaked.
They shouted your name from the shallow end every time you came up.
You climbed out and walked to your towel with your shoulders back, and the sun was already drying your hair by the time you sat down.
There was a time when your friends asked and you said “count me in”.
The phone rang on a Thursday afternoon, and it was an old friend with a last-minute plan.
You were saying yes while she was still explaining, and you never opened the calendar.
You tossed a sweater and a pair of sandals in a bag, and that was the packing.
The trunk held your bag and a cooler of snacks, with no wet wipes or spare pants anywhere in it.
You called 2 more of the girls from the driveway, and the weekend away was on.
You drove with the windows down and the radio loud and didn’t think about the next hour once.
Do you miss laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe, with nothing to worry about?
You sat in the front row at the comedy club and laughed until you cried, with a drink sweating on the little table in front of you.
Your partner laughed at you laughing, and the 2 of you missed the next line of the funny movie on the couch.
You sneezed into a tissue, said excuse me, and went back to the sentence you were in the middle of.
You coughed through a cold in your bathrobe with a mug of tea on the counter and never braced for a thing.
You told a long funny story at the table, and you laughed at your own punchline before you got to it.
Laugh, Sneeze, Jump
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Wouldn’t it be nice to carry the groceries in from the car in 1 trip?
You did, every Saturday, with a bag on each arm and the car door pushed shut with your shoulder.
You lifted a toddler out of the car seat and settled her on your hip, and you were already talking about lunch.
In April you hauled bags of soil around the garden, and in the fall you moved the furniture around because you wanted a new room.
You carried the laundry basket up the stairs with your chin on top of the pile.
You swung your grandchild up in the air, and the laugh that came down was louder than yours.
It used to be that you woke up and the day was simply starting.
You slept through the night, and the first thing you noticed was the light coming through the curtains.
You swung your feet to the floor and walked down the hall in your socks at an ordinary pace.
You brushed your teeth at the sink in peace, with the radio on low and the window cracked.
You stood in the kitchen with the day’s list in your head and didn’t think about the bathroom once.
The hardest decision of the morning was the playlist.
You didn’t have to check the time before you said yes.
You walked into the 2-hour meeting with a full cup of coffee in your hand and set it down next to your notebook.
You took the chair between 2 coworkers who were already talking.
You refilled the cup at the break and never glanced toward the hallway.
You signed up for the charity 5K with your coworkers at lunch, and your name went on the sheet in ink.
You jogged around the neighborhood with a friend after work and talked the entire way.
You used to book the trip first and check the calendar later.
You flew cross country and took the window seat, and watched the clouds go by with your forehead on the glass.
You took the long drive and stopped when somebody wanted a milkshake.
You took the road trip with the kids and sang every song on the radio.
You went camping and walked to the camp restroom in the dark with a flashlight, and you looked up at the stars on the way.
You walked the deck of a cruise ship all day, and it was still light out when you finally sat down.
You hiked a long trail without mapping the restrooms at the trailhead, and you walked Disney World from the opening hour to the fireworks.
Laugh, Sneeze, Jump
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Think of the car ride home after a great night.
You rode in the back seat of a friend’s car and never asked the driver to pull over.
You leaned your head against the window and watched the streetlights go by.
Somebody turned the radio up for the song, and all 4 of you sang along.
You got dropped off at the curb and waved from the porch until the taillights turned the corner.
Remember when your body just did what you asked?
You jumped on the trampoline with the kids and bounced until somebody called dinner.
You jumped rope in the backyard with your daughter, and you both counted out loud.
You threw a football with your son in the yard until it was too dark to see it.
You spun a hula hoop at the family cookout, and the cousins counted your turns out loud.
You played tag with the grandkids on the lawn and got caught first.
You wrestled and tickled the kids on the living room floor until the lamp wobbled.
You rode a roller coaster with your grandchildren and screamed all the way down.
Think back to a night you didn’t want to end.
You showed up to girls’ night and stayed until the last person left, and then you stood in the driveway talking for another 20 minutes.
You danced at the wedding without keeping an eye on how long the song lasted, and you stayed for the second half of the reception.
You danced in the kitchen to your favorite song while dinner cooked.
You said yes when your partner reached for you, and nothing else crossed your mind.
Laugh, Sneeze, Jump
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