contortion for dummies
Sep. 27th, 2004 08:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideI love Christine. She's the Yoga for Rookies instructor at SM&B.
She's exactly what a yoga instructor should be. Warm, generous and bendy. This was my third or fourth class, and while I still can't wind myself into a pretzel or stay in downward-facing dog for an hour, I felt like I did better this time.
I'm glad I went. I was feeling vaguely slothful and unmotivated, and half considered skipping it.
Afterwards, I was full of all this endorphinated energy. Whee. I went to the grocery store and charged up and down aisles hurling items full of carbs into my basket. Fruit! Special K! Nonfat milk!
That's right. Atkins is over. Back to WW. And I think the punishment of such a restrictive dietary regime was enough to get me motivated again. And get me into the habit of having salad for both lunch and dinner along with other things. I will miss the regular Ranch and cheese. They haven't been able to make really good nonfat substitutes for those yet.
I also stopped at the pharmacy to pick up some replacement insulin. I'm such an utter shithead. I left Hobbsie's insulin at Greg's ten days ago. I should have bought some immediately, but I pretended that I was just testing to see if he had cycled out of Diabetes (as cats are very prone to do, and his last visit had a reduction in insulin dosage after only a week). But really? I just didn't want to inject him anymore. It was such a nice, peaceful ten days. But yesterday I noticed he's started peeing heavily again and drinking gallons of water. So I couldn't pretend anymore. I bought the insulin. I injected him, to his great irritation, and managed to not burst into tears.
This is going to be a regular part of our lives now. I need to get over it.
Finally doing laundry. The new machine is making the most um alarming sounds on the spin cycle. And no, it's not like I didn't distribute the load properly.
Also, and I can't believe I haven't shrieked about this yet: SARAH IS EN ROUTE!!! She's in freaking South Dakota already and heading west, baby, west! Soon, she'll be here and there will be much rejoicing. I even get to hang out with her mom. I worship Sarah's mom. She's just one of the most beautiful people ever. Inside and out. Whee!
She's exactly what a yoga instructor should be. Warm, generous and bendy. This was my third or fourth class, and while I still can't wind myself into a pretzel or stay in downward-facing dog for an hour, I felt like I did better this time.
I'm glad I went. I was feeling vaguely slothful and unmotivated, and half considered skipping it.
Afterwards, I was full of all this endorphinated energy. Whee. I went to the grocery store and charged up and down aisles hurling items full of carbs into my basket. Fruit! Special K! Nonfat milk!
That's right. Atkins is over. Back to WW. And I think the punishment of such a restrictive dietary regime was enough to get me motivated again. And get me into the habit of having salad for both lunch and dinner along with other things. I will miss the regular Ranch and cheese. They haven't been able to make really good nonfat substitutes for those yet.
I also stopped at the pharmacy to pick up some replacement insulin. I'm such an utter shithead. I left Hobbsie's insulin at Greg's ten days ago. I should have bought some immediately, but I pretended that I was just testing to see if he had cycled out of Diabetes (as cats are very prone to do, and his last visit had a reduction in insulin dosage after only a week). But really? I just didn't want to inject him anymore. It was such a nice, peaceful ten days. But yesterday I noticed he's started peeing heavily again and drinking gallons of water. So I couldn't pretend anymore. I bought the insulin. I injected him, to his great irritation, and managed to not burst into tears.
This is going to be a regular part of our lives now. I need to get over it.
Finally doing laundry. The new machine is making the most um alarming sounds on the spin cycle. And no, it's not like I didn't distribute the load properly.
Also, and I can't believe I haven't shrieked about this yet: SARAH IS EN ROUTE!!! She's in freaking South Dakota already and heading west, baby, west! Soon, she'll be here and there will be much rejoicing. I even get to hang out with her mom. I worship Sarah's mom. She's just one of the most beautiful people ever. Inside and out. Whee!
