A Letter To Santa From His South Pole Counterpart
Dear Santa,
I’m positioned at the bottom of the pelvis where no one even notices me or pays attention to me until an issue comes up. Suddenly, I’m transformed from a ‘nobody’ to someone that everyone wants to put on their ‘naughty list’. I wish people would know that an ounce of prevention is worth its weight in gold when it comes to taking proper care of me, and so for Christmas this year, I’m asking for the following:
Please, I beg of you, give me 35-55 grams of fibre per day.
Put a squatty potty in every bathroom in the world.
I’m desperate for a glass of water first thing in the morning–No more of this “I start my day with 4 cups of coffee” crap.
On the topic of crap, if we could aim for mostly Bristol 3’s and 4’s, that would be awesome.
I’ve noticed that I am very sensitive to tension and stress. If you could work out some meditation, yoga classes, or a journaling practice to help me manage my clenching tendencies, I’d appreciate it.
In general, if we could limit prolonged sitting, I’d be better off. Much better off.
Last, but not least, if we could work out annual pelvic floor physical therapy check-ups, so we can pick up on anything brewing before I actually become symptomatic, that would be ah-ma-zing.
I know this seems like a lot, but in a day and age where we are eating on-the-go, rushing in and out of the bathroom, overly-caffeinated, under-fibered, increasingly stressed, and not so into the concept of preventing disease before it starts, I think these few things could go a really long way in optimizing pelvic health for everyone on the globe.
Sincerely,
Your South Pole Counterpart, The Pelvic Floor
