First, a practical note: Thanks for all the money saving tips, you savy shoppers. I’m contemplating working on integrating them into my weekly grocery shopping adventures!
But please don’t hesitate to comment (or email/write/call) if YOU have other healthy shopping tips to share. Like websites with good coupons, or just extra copies of books like “How to Recover From a Whole Foods Addiction” (if you wrote that book, I bet it would make a lot of money… which is kind of ironic I guess. But what better way to make money than by preying upon those with shopping addictions? Actually come to think of it, don’t write it. I’m going to figure it out and write it myself).
Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.
I have been promising to do yoga for REAL for a while. And while wii fit yoga is fun… it isn’t quite real. In fact, it is virtual.
SO, when my friend Krystyna begged me to come to a yoga class with her at her yoga studio (green monkey) and told me it was going to be FREE (she had a free pass), I couldn’t come up with a good excuse not to (actually I just ran out. She’d invited me before, and I’d already used all my good “I have to bake and gain weight” excuses up). So I went to a real yoga class with Krystyna.
And, it was hard.
Like really, really hard.
And even though it was at 7am (that should have been an excuse in itself) there were loads of yoga people there, so I felt like a fool. It was hard, and I was just sweating everywhere even though all I had to do was bend over and stand on one leg (who knew I couldn’t do that? You learn something new every day.). And at the end, you just lie on the floor and let the (in some people’s opinion) sexy instructor put lavender smelling stuff on your forehead. So what’s my problem?
Turns out, I have zero muscles. I would say negative muscles, but I think that would mean something weird that I can’t wrap my head around, so let’s stick with 0.
And now, all my muscles hurt. Which for zero, is a surprisingly large amount of hurt.
And yet… 6 hours later, I had forgotten the pain, (and my vow to start saving money) and suddenly found myself paying for a 6 month unlimited pass to the studio.
Yes. A very expensive (and what I’m sure will be very PAINFUL) six-month membership to Green Monkey. The only thing I can think is, there must have been drugs in the smelly forehead stuff. I mean look at that monkey, and tell me he isn’t on something!
So what am I doing?
I am… unsure. But since my new diet (let’s not even GO there) only allows me to eat a little chocolate every day, I think this blog might be a nice place to showcase my yoga practice, or yoga intention, as the yogis say. Instead of chocolate I will document my unique struggle, my aches, pains and maybe someday my rock hard abs?
Personally, I think it is going to be a cinch. I’ve already gone to the yoga studio twice! I might even really follow through on this. Like maybe I’ll go 4 whole times (that’s enough to get rock hard abs, right?)!
I’m a STAR!
And now for something Canadian and therefore cultured.
I don’t think you get rock har abs from yoga. Sorry.
What kind of yoga is it?
isn’t mom annoying with her witty names she comes up with?
Didn’t anyone ever tell you that you shouldn’t bitch about your mother in a public website. It says it right there in my book.
herm herm, and by annoying I meant funny. or maybe just without the NOT.
herm herm now I feel extremely silly.
That’s ok. I read it as saying “isn’t mom amusing with her witty names” anyway. So we’re both silly (or dyslexic)
thanks for checking out my blog!
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Sweet. I will do! Thanks!
Yeah, what kind of yoga is it? You can get rock hard abs from certain kinds of yoga, so don’t write it off.
Also, you are HILARIOUS. I am really excited to hear about your continued yoga tales :)
Mom + Sara:
So I go to a yoga studio that has all kinds of yoga. I don’t know enough about yoga to know what kind it is, but my abs definitely HURT afterward, so if I’m not getting rock hard abs, then it is a total sham.