Day Eight - Day Nine

Well, now I just feel guilty. Because I sort of promised a new post yesterday to someone and totally didn't do it. But to be fair, it was N's last day in San Diego so I spent every second I could with him, going out to two dinners, sharing a pitcher of margarita, sitting outside on Adams, and plotting diabolical plans to ruin a certain fashion blogger we caught getting filmed in South Park. So okay, I admit it, I did skip yoga yesterday, but I completely plan to make it up this week (doubling up three times this week), and I totally do not regret not going yesterday.

So I did go to yoga today, after I dropped N off, and while I was doing the pranayama breathing exercise, which is the very first thing you do in class, I could NOT stop coughing. I mean, more like hacking than polite coughing. I had a sudden fit, and I was completely mortified. But my throat's been acting up all day and I haven't even been able to laugh properly without coughing my lungs out. So I almost left class! I almost picked up my yoga mat and walked out. It's the first time, besides the first few times I've ever done Bikram, where I felt the strongest urge to just walk out. But well, I didn't. Mostly because of shame. I was embarassed that I couldn't stop coughing, but I would've been more embarassed to leave class in the first 5 minutes. So I stuck it out, and I'm glad I did. Well, of course I'm glad I did. When are you ever Not glad that you stuck it out in some kind of fitness activity? You're always glad you did it. But then why is it so hard to go? When I was going to the gym everyday, I found that the hardest part about going was getting my ass to the gym. I'd literally sit in my workout clothes at home, in front of the computer, and spend way too much time before I finally guilted myself into going. Weird. Anyway, today is day Nine and the next two weeks might even be easier since N is gone, bless his heart, and I won't be so tempted to eat things that I shouldn't be eating all the time...

I think I just wrote way too much on the topic of yoga/gym. Anyway, to make it worse, I have a picture. And let me just say, I am only posting this picture because I promised a certain someone that there'd be a damn picture on my post today! So here's my after-yoga face:


I really don't know how people keep up Bikram on a daily basis for months and months. How do they maintain their clothes? Do they wash their Bikram outfits all the time? Or do they have so many yoga clothes, which cost an arm and a leg by the way, that they can just change outfits everyday? Because seriously, just owning two sports bras, two tank tops, and two jogging shorts, is getting to be too much. But I feel like I've searched high and low for good yoga clothes, and every time I see something, they have some obscene price like $42 for a tankini! It looks like I'm just going to have to keep doing laundry frequently or cut up some pants or somethin'. It just isn't worth it to invest in clothes that are going to get soaked in sweat every single day.

Okay time to make some split pea soup, curl up with a glass of wine and Murakami. Maybe even an episode of Grey's Anatomy tonight. It's a quiet Sunday evening, and I am completely happy with it.

(Miss you)

xoxoxo