Day 52- Yoga

Namaste.

I set my alarm clock for 4.30 this morning, yes peoples am, morning, this morning. To go to Yoga. I’m a freak.

I tried to suck in a few of my friends to join me but the lot of them basically told me to F**K off. It was hilarious.

I awoke and the house was freezing. I ran on my tippee toes (another bizarre thing that I have a habit of doing I run on my tippee toes around the house) and whacked on the central heating. Can you believe this cold weather in Melbourne? Its so bloody cold but I love it. I’m not a fan of the heat and I tend to hibernate in the summer.

I got dressed and hauled Elvis’ sorry arse outside in the cold and I'm sure he gave me a death stare. I drove to my yoga class and once I parked the car I had to run around the car park to get warm. I copped a lot of stares from the other yoga attendees so I started cursing them out under my breath (You all look like Nimbin freaks anyways…. Go shave your armpits….)

My lungs are feeling so much better I am not fully healed or repaired yet but I am on the mend. I just want to be able to breathe properly and not feel like I am choking. I feel like it must feel like to have emphysema. Its gross man.

So after running around the car park in the dark they opened the Yoga Centre and we all took our shoes and socks off which is mandatory. We got into our room and we all got quiet and laid our mats out. Becca our teacher in that calm monotone voice yoga teachers are renown for projecting asks the class the usual questions, who is new? Any injuries etc and then says “Who was running around the car park just before?” Now, fellow readers I’m sure most of you have not heard my voice before but I am renown for being very loud with a very abrasive roar. (They don’t call me the human foghorn for nothing) So I let out “Yeah, Uhhhh that was me” It was sooo loud in such a quiet room I embarrassed myself. Becca says “well what a clever way to get warm, I suggest next week we all take a quick jog around the car park before we start class”

Guys I let this smirk spread all over my face. I was like “Well who is the teachers pet now biatches” naa naa naa naaa naaaa naaaaaa.

So we sat in our asana (seated position) and the class began. It was 90 minutes of stretching and stretching and holding positions and I felt so free and alive afterwards I enjoy this style of yoga (Dharma Hatha) but after the cold this morning I think it would have been wiser to go to a Bikram Yoga class as the class is heated up to 39 degrees Celsius and you sweat like a motherfucker. Its nuts!

I got back from yoga and cuddled and smooched with Elvis for a few hours and tried to warm him up. Poor little bugger his ears were sooo freezing when I got home. He was lapping it all up being kissed and cuddled. He is so spoilt.

I then spent a few hours emailing people (sorry to all for not emailing you all back sooner but I have been so exhausted of late what with Danger Will Robinson over)

Speaking of which, I can’t believe how many people were offended about me writing about my period. I actually find it rather amusing. Having said that there was a mixed response. I had so many women write to me and express how much they enjoyed reading about it and how funny they thought it was. I actually held back too, I thought I wont go in too hard. Hilarious!!! Imagine the outrage I would have heard if I really went into it.

I wont apologize for writing about my PERIOD. I dont think its necessary. I warned you in the first sentence that I was going to talk about my period so deal with it suck it up and move on. Remember how I have said that I don’t care about the HATERS. Well I don’t. I’ve been hated for worse things. Hahahahahaha.

I digress… I then raced to JB as ManBoy was working today and we had a quick cup of coffee before he started work. It was nice seeing him again and that’s like 4 times this week. We had a cup of coffee and discussed the disgusting Greg Rudd (brother of Kevin Rudd – ALP leader) handing money over to the opposition. What a fucking moron! Can you believe it? And then James Hetfield singer of metal band Metallica was stopped by security officials at London’s Luton Airport for apparently having a “Taliban-like” beard. The poor guy. I think it’s absolutely hilarious but on the flipside it’s very sad what this world is coming to.

Anyways…on the food front. I have noticed that I am getting a bit hungry but I don’t think its hunger I actually think it’s a “hormonal” thing. For example I had my dinner last night and as soon as I had finished I was still wanting to eat more. I am also craving the combination food thing, which is what happens to me when it’s the time of the month. I have been distracting myself as much as possible and that helps.

I then spent the remainder of my day with my bestie V. having a coffee and a laugh. It’s always so nice to hang out with her.

My brother emailed me that there is a huge article in today’s The Sunday Age about lap banding. I shall read it tonight and write again.

Reney



P.S- The photo is of Elvis, which my brother took the other night, what a beautiful dog he is. I love this photo as I had hoisted him over my shoulder and he sooooo wanted to stay at my parents place, he has a love affair with my dad. They are best mates. I know that todays entry has no relevance to Elvis but how could I not put his pic up?