Day 64 - Friday Night Games

I finished work and raced to my Yoga class. I had a feeling I wouldn’t make it there in time so I wore my leggings under my skirt today, and a singlet under my cardigan so I could do a quick strip. Smart thinking 99.

I’m at Day 5 of The Bikram Yoga challenge and today was a good class.

I convinced ManBoy to come with me tonight, which was the funniest thing. I’m laughing my head off as I type this. ManBoy has done a lot of yoga in his time and even did some yoga whilst holidaying in India but had never attempted Bikram. This style of yoga, well I think it is, is a lot harder as you are dealing with the continuous heat.

We met up outside the Yoga Studio and he pinched my arse and then placed his hand down the back of my skirt, as I lent in for a quick peck hello. (He always smells soooooo nice) An elderly couple were walking past and ManBoy winks at the old man and says, “How are you this evening sir?” I was completely and utterly mortified and ran up the flight of stairs to the Yoga Studio.

I introduced ManBoy as ManBoy to Yogini Maggie and showed him around quickly and I want everybody to repeat this very loudly “RENEY IS A BITCH!” Because what I did to him is unforgivable but hot darn it was sooooo good. I said to ManBoy the changing rooms are just there to your right. He lets out a “thanks babe”. I sent him into the girls changing room. Hahahahaha. I have tears just streaming down my face as I sit here typing this. It was hilarious. ManBoy walked out of the changing room beetroot red whilst Yogini and I stood in the centre of the reception area just pissing ourselves laughing.

I had to walk out of the reception area into the foyer, as my laughter was very loud and abrasive. Oh man it was just so funny. 1 point to ManBoy and now 1 point to Reney.

A few moments later out walks ManBoy with a pair of Lycra skin tight teeny weenie yoga shorts that were hilarious. The giggles started again and I called him a lolly bag. Oh crap I haven’t laughed like this for days. But holy fuck he has got the raddest tattoos on him. He went to hit me with the yoga mat but I stopped him and said “Dude, turn around”
ManBoy: “If you think that I would be stupid enough to turn my back on you after what you just did to me, you have got to be barking mad”
R: “Just turn around bitch!!!”
ManBoy: “No way, you’re gunna dack me!!!”
I lost it I could not stop laughing my head off. I had not heard the word dack for so long. I promised him that I wouldn’t dack him, (for people who don’t know what dack means to means that I would pull his shorts down and flash or expose his arse to everyone) ManBoy agreed to turn around on one condition and that being that he could hold one of my hands. I agreed to this as and he firmly gripped my right wrist.

I wish you all could have witnessed it, as it was simply comical. We were copping some weird stares from people. So ManBoy turned his back and he had his whole left shoulder and shoulder blade tattooed with a tribal design. I admired his ink for ages and then we were allowed into the heated studio. So we went into the yoga class and as I expected ManBoy did that UHHHHHH that everyone does when they first walk in.

I was easily distracted tonight as ManBoy was next to me on my right and we didn’t say a word to each other during the class but our eyes kept meeting and I could tell he was struggling with the heat. Fuck he looked HOT being all sweaty HUBBA HUBBA!!!

I faced a tricky moment though as I haven’t told ManBoy about my lap band nor shown him my scars. We have not been intimate like that. We are still getting to know each other and I don’t want to rush this one like the other frogs I have rushed into relationships with. My tricky point was when it came down to doing the tummy exercises. I remained on my knees and did my lower back and leg ones. I thought to myself “Shit, shit, shit, I am not ready to tell him about my lap band and now I feel almost as if I am being forced into telling him” I was a bit bummed about that. I’m not ready to tell certain people yet I can freely talk about it on my blog. Go figure hey?

Luckily ManBoy didn’t ask me as to why I stayed on my knees. Phew for now, but what happens if he asks me? I don’t want to lie. Am I lying by not telling him now?

I don’t want this lap band to be everything that I am about. There is more to me than the lap band and losing weight. I want to be seen for who I really am NOW not for the person that I am going to become down the track. I love talking about the band and my experience and due to this blog I have made some truly amazing friends and I think I have motivated a few people to exercise and try to eat healthy and so forth and that’s great I could do this for the remainder of my life but I don’t want relationships whether they are romantic or not to based around my lap band alone.

I don’t want people to feel weird around me and feel that I have deceived them by not having told them about my band.

Anyway, we quickly got changed, still all hot and sweaty and raced to our cars and put our mats and towels away and then we went for a run around the area. It was a really weird way to run, as I was already hot and sweaty and warm. Bikram can leave you feeling rather tired and I was exhausted but the run was amazing. I felt that I could run for a lot further than we did. We ran for 20 minutes and then it was just too dark to keep running.

ManBoy walked me to my car and started to flick his sweat at me. How fucking charming is that? Ewwww it was so gross. Thankfully he only did it for a bit and then stopped. We sat in his car and fogged up the car windows without even touching each other hahahaha how funny is that?

And that was my night…I picked Elvis up from the crèche and now I am at home and ready to go to bed. 2 more days of this challenge to go. As intense and fun as it is the exhaustion is slowly crawling its way towards me.

Peace, love and Mung Beans

Reney