My balls
I got those little squooshy balls the other day to supplement the big ball I sit on at work. You're supposed to stuff them under your back or neck or wherever you're tense and hurty. Then you sink down and let your muscles relax around them.
I'm a little worried that I'll damage myself somehow by doing this. I picture my body as being held together solely by a careful balance of muscle tension and cigarette tar, and I'm afraid if I upset the equilibrium somehow the whole system will break down and I'll collapse to the ground in a twitching, defeated heap. But so far I do feel a little better, and certainly no worse. Anyway, I'm too lazy for yoga. All you have to do with these is lie perfectly still on the floor. Perfection.
I fear that I'm turning into the queen of bullshit wellness fads, though. Pilates ball, neti pots, and now these "Miracle Balls." I guess as long as I manage to avoid home coffee enemas and ab rollers, I'll be okay.