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I was away last week and was worried about not getting enough activity. Well that should not have been my worry. I was at a retreat and I chose a "path" that was ALL body movement. We mixed Kundalini Yoga with improv dance... what a freakin' blast for three hours a day!! And I was surrounded by BEAUTIFUL old growth forests so every chance I got (so like daily) I was hiking. I think I lost weight. But I won't know till my weigh in later this week.
Sometimes things just work out right. Yesterday I was supposed to be booked, but my patient cancelled. So I went to my rush class, which is like interval training. Now I just want to bitch and get this out. I HATE, fucking HATE jumping up and down. Why... cause I have double D girls that hop all over the place. Why on the Goddesses green fucking earth do you want me to flop all over??? So, I don't. One of the nice things about being the biggest in the class (and pretty well the oldest) is that if I quit doing something the young little teachers never ever get after me. Ahhh the perks of being overweight and older But that is not what I was writing about... on those rare Tuesdays I have an evening free I like to do my Rush class, leave 10 minutes early, head down to the river valley to another gym and do a super duper yoga class. I felt sooooooooo good last night. And then I blew it and ate a hunk of white chocolate... and then my body reacted STRONGLY to the sugar. Okay body I get it... ![]() So another day. Another challenge. Going to the gym tonite for my weight class and if my ex stands me up for coffee (my spidy sense says she will) I may just luxuriate in another yoga class at 7:30. ![]() And then hit the couch and die!!
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Do not follow where the path may lead.
Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. Muriel Strode |
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