Hello Beautiful People!

It’s time for another rendition of random blogging time!

How are things where you are?

I’ve been magically, wonderfully, joyously, blissfully awesome. Was that too much? Okay, life hasn’t been perfect — it is winter, after all — but it has been pretty damn good.

I started my new job in December. At a library. You know, that place with all the books and the free internet access… the movies, CDs, and databases. That place. I’ve made worksheets, props, magnets, and “coming soon” bookmarks. I’m learning about news releases and I’m making suggestions (and taking minutes) during committee meetings.

I’ve played with exacto blades and glue and lollipop sticks. It has been so fun. And my coworkers are all great. It’s such a supportive place to work. Even on my super busy, nutso days, I feel like I’m actually doing something that makes a damn difference in some small way.

I’ve also been continuing my yoga. I’ve started running semi-frequently (1-2 times a week). I’m suppose to do one or the other every day, except for Wednesdays because those are the Sacred Supper Club nights and you can’t run or do yoga after you’ve eaten your weight in food… especially chili because that’s a disaster and that’s what’s on the menu this week.

On the running front, I tend to stick to a 30 minute workout (5 minutes of warm up, 5 of cool down), so I’m running just over 2 miles most of the time. I’m okay with that. Running two miles once or twice a week means I run two miles more than most people once or twice a week. It also seems to keep my body happy AND it’s given me a glorious backside. (At least compared to my slightly less glorious backside from a few months ago — it was still pretty glorious from all those warrior poses and yoga squats.)

My new yoga thing is to pick a goal pose and obsessively work on nailing it until I nail it. And then nail it over and over and over again to placate my ego. My current pose is full mermaid and I can clumsily grab my toes and rotate my shoulders. Its isn’t pretty, but I CAN TOUCH MY DAMN TOES!

Mermaid.

Mermaid #1.

So that’s pretty fun. And damn if it doesn’t look pretty once you’re in it. My ultimate goal is to make this look easy, like I can make “bird of paradise” look easy *most* of the time. Not always. I don’t actually aim for always. Sometimes I have no balance and sometimes my legs are tight and sometimes my ankles are tired and refuse to support my weight again for my own amusement.

So that’s how things are in my neck of the woods. I’m painfully behind on current events, still haven’t seen 90% of the movies I should have seen by the age of 29, and I’ve just written and submitted an obituary on a fictional man named Skyler who died at the age of 92.

And it’s Winter for a little while longer. I already feel better knowing that February is behind us. Sunshine is on the way, it’s going to get warmer. My electricity bill will be half (or less) than what it is now for about 6 months. I’ll be able to go outside without freezing and I just can’t wait. I cannot express just how over winter I am right now.

I mean, I just finished listening to the “Wild” audiobook and it’s made me want to go hiking. This is not a thing I usually want to do and I’m sure as soon as I see my first spider outside, or wasp, or stink bug, I’ll change my mind, but right now those things sound heavenly.

That said, this weekend is supposed to be “nice.” Sunny and above freezing for part of the day. Very exciting stuff right there. I’m going to buy myself a third yoga mat on Saturday and check out some music in Lancaster with my chosen partner-in-crime.

Have I mentioned life is good? So much can change in a year or two. So much.

The best part of being at the same job for 6+ years: vacation time.

I have another week off. This time it’s for my birthday. It is lovely aand amazing to have a week with a bunch of non-plans. Today I’m going to eat pizza with my momma and my HACC mommy and I’m going to do yoga at Sangha this evening. Not sure what I’m going to do from 2 to 6. Perhaps I should hunker down at a Starbucks and work on homeworky things since that’s not something that pauses for my birthday.

So I’m 29 now. I’ve got just under a year before I hit the 30 mark. When I was turning 25, 30 really freaked me out. I’m still nowhere near where I’d like to be professionally or even romantically, but I’m learning that no one feels like they’ve actually made it to their ideal station in life, so I’m just plugging away at little goals that will, hopefully, help me get to where I’d like to be.

Birthdays are funny. I reminisce about the past. It makes me wish I could go back in time to my 14 year old self and tell her to relax, ask more questions, and don’t worry about seeming weird. That anxiety will probably haunt her even more than she knows, but that life has a funny way of working out. That avoiding the lows of life is futile so cherishing the highs is really important. That no romantic heartbreak can actually break you if you choose to keep moving forward. That the kind of heartbreak that can actually break you is much deeper than romantic attachments and that even after you break, you can glue yourself together again. Just. Stop. Grasping.

Then I’d tell her to dye her hair some crazy color because she is going to spend some time in a rather dull, financial job where they frown upon pink hair. Then again, maybe if she dyes her hair some crazy color, she’d make different life decisions and today’s me wouldn’t be giving her the same advice because today’s me would be very different.

Who knows. I feel old, but I also still feel like that awkward 14 year old that doesn’t know what to do with all this nervous energy. I’m really just playing dress up in adult skin.

The point is, this week I’m going to make cookies, baked ziti, possibly a cake and other baked goods. I want to read and cross stitch a lot. I’ll do a bunch of yoga and I should probably run a few times… Like I should get out of bed and run now. I have so many books on my bedside table that need plowed through. Some serious, some not. I bought Yes Please by Amy Poehler while I was in NYC on Saturday. It’s printed in full color or coated paper. It weighs a ton and cost $25. It’s like a miniature art book. It better be amazing because I can’t tell you the last time I spent more than $10 on a non-textbook book.

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Perhaps I should try and gather some of the books I know I’ll never re-read to sell at 2nd and Charles this week. I have too many sitting around. They should find a new home with someone who hasn’t read them yet.

That’s another thing I should do… Clean out some clutter.

I killed some time, I should probably go for that run now. It’s almost 9 am and I got fun stuff to do. Let’s do this.

Goal Poses

I was in this version of side plank for a few seconds this morning. I’d like to be able to actually nail it, though. You know, feel steady and strong in it. Those few seconds this morning though? Exhilarating. (It was an awesome Kali inspired flow. You can check it out here on YogaDownload.)

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I’d also like to be able to do a forearm stand at some point in the near future.

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I’m able to swing my legs up into it (near a wall) a lot easier than handstand, but I can’t seem to find my balance to keep my feet off the wall. I will triumph, though.

That’s my yoga drive-by today. If anyone reads this before tomorrow, what pose should I do in NYC for my Instagram collection?

Headaches, body aches, and general malaise.

I’ve been sick-ish since the beginning of October. combine this with a general sense of disinterest in work and too many activities and you have me — tired, headachy, and munching on junk.

Luckily, I bought a bunch of apples today at Schelgel‘s (and ate the last of my gourmet cupcakes — cookie dough cupcakes are divine), so maybe my junk food days are behind me. Macoun apples are my new favorites. HoneyCrisps are always delicious and I bought some SunCrisps today too because they’re beautiful.

All the apples are beautiful.

This morning I walked a 5K with my mom and my sister. Then I got apples. Then I came home and finished my paper for my Survey of Mass Communications class, removed my gel polish and put regular polish on my nails and decided I should blog quick before I go to my evening activity. A fall hay ride, corn maze thing.

Last night I took photos for the first half of a football game and then drank wine at Armstrong Valley Winery. (Semi-Dry Rutter Red.)

My weekends. I need one that isn’t packed with activities. I want to sit around and read for pleasure. Maybe my headache would go away.

The best thing about being single is not having to shower before bed.

I’m going to be a little bit gross tonight. I’ve decided to skip my post-run shower. I’ve wiped myself down with baby wipes and changed into clean underthings, but showering just to wake up and shower again seems silly.

And if I don’t shower in the mornings, I feel gross all day. Tonight, the only nose I offend is my own.

My first semester at CP is (essentially) over. My final paper for How to Go to College was submitted on Monday. My final newletter project for Media Writing was submitted tonight. I always get REALLY nervous before I submit a file. I don’t know why… I’ve rarely received a terrible grade. There’s just no going back and I am, at the heart of it, a commitment-phobe.

Also, I’m a bit sad about the semester being over because my Media Writing professor was the best online professor I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing. I hope that, one day, I’ll get to meet him in real life. He made the class challenging, but also very enjoyable and encouraging. Online learning needs to discover a way to duplicate him. Maybe they can make a digital mind clone of him.

At work, I’ve been obsessively listening to TBTL and On Point with Tom Ashbrook. (I’m a little behind on my TBTL because I thought it would be good for me to listen to some This American Life also.

Outside of work, when I had “free” time, I’ve been binge watching Bob’s Burgers.

Oh, and I’ve been running. It’s my thing right now. C25K has made it possible for me to run without crippling myself, so consider this my personal endorsement! I still haven’t been able to consistently run a full 5K during their program, despite making it to the last week, but hey, it’s pretty close and I’m off the couch, so ‘Merica?

Wait, no, ‘Mericans don’t really do exercise.

I’m skipping supper club tomorrow and going to Mia’s bhakti class because I’m lame and will be missing some Saturday classes. Skipping her classes make my body sad. It has no idea what to do if I don’t sweat profusely at least once a week during a yoga flow.

WAY more fun than my running hobby.

I also have to figure out when I’m packing for my various trips and when I’m getting my nails done. My gel polish looks pretty rough right now.

And I have to make an overlay for a photograph. And I have to lay out two plates for engraving. And I have to work.

Maybe I need a digital mind clone…

Top 10 Favorites: Books

Tom tagged me on Facebook to list my top 10 favorite books of all time.

I haven’t read all the books I’ll ever read, so I’m sure this list might change over time, but these are my current top 10.

#10 Hop on Pop by Dr Seuss
#9 The Handmaids Tale by Margaret Atwood
#8 The Harry Potter series by JK Rowling
#7 Gods Behaving Badly by Marie Phillips
#6 The entire Parasol Protectorate series by Gail Carriger
#5 Sacre Bleu by Christopher Moore
#4 To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
#3 The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman
#2 Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff by Christopher Moore
#1 Snow by PD Eastman

Nothing can beat Snow. Nothing. Not even Willem’ Pigeon.

Heartbreaking news is everywhere.

It’s starting to really bum me out how a small number of the world’s population can do so much harm to the psyche of the people around them.

It’s really difficult to stay positive when terrorists are beheading journalists and innocent citizens.

It’s hard to understand how anyone can engage in so much bloodshed over land they consider holy. (Holy land should be honored, not desecrated over the petty human desire to declare a land “ours.”)

It’s hard to understand why people would picket the arrival of (mostly scared) children who try to cross our borders in hopes of a better life. It’s even sadder to realize that they might not receive a better life, even if they manage to stay here.

It’s hard to acknowledge the race issues we still have in America version 2.014.

I’ll admit, I have not been following the news as closely as I use to. My anxiety gets kicked up when I watch more than an hour or so. The injustices of the world weigh heavily on my mind and there is not much I can do to ease the pain refugees feel when they have to leave their home and their families behind.

I’m going to focus on Ferguson tonight, though. I can’t imagine growing up black in America.

Just in my small corner of the world, it’s obvious that racism exists. There is an individual (or family?) flying a confederate flag just outside of town. On my Monday evening run, someone drove by with a confederate flag waving from the bed of their truck. I have a hard time believing we live in a post-racial society when I can name two instances of racism I’ve encountered in the past two weeks in a town that is hugely white. It makes me sick.

Whether the shooting in Ferguson was racially motivated or not (and I’m not saying it was or was not — there are investigations being done), racism is real. These tragedies spur a lot of heated debate and a lot of mistrust and misunderstandings.

Lets face it, the way we cover these stories is twisted.

When a white male shoots up a movie theater, people discuss how bizarre it was because he’s educated and always seemed like such a nice guy. When a black teenager is killed, they discuss his cigar theft, as if that meant his life meant less to those who loved him.

It’s bullshit. We need to change how we report on these things. We need to acknowledge that poverty is a huge part of our race problem. We need to acknowledge that there is still a race problem.

I can’t pretend to know the intricacies involved in growing up black.

I do know what it’s like growing up female. A white woman, at that. It’s ridiculous the stories people feed you as a child about being a princess, about being a lady, about remaining a virgin, about how to please a man, how our worth is dependent on how many people we sleep with, about how we’re prudes when we don’t put out, how we’re sluts when we do, to play up our assets, that we were asking for it when we do.

But then we’re told sexism isn’t real because, “I’m a woman and I’ve never encountered it.”
How? It’s everywhere!

But racism is even uglier. I can’t begin to process how many times a black child is inadvertently (or overtly) taught that they’re not worth the same as that white kid across from them on the bus. That they have to work harder, even though they’re hungry. That they have to stay in school, even though the school is underfunded and the books are falling apart. They have to apply themselves or they’re a thug, or they could sell drugs and make a good bit of money, they wouldn’t be hungry then, or they could join the crew down the block, they have guns, they’ll offer you protection from those other kids from two blocks down. That Ebonics isn’t the proper way to speak, that you must talk like the whites, though they’ll probably never fully accept you, they probably mistrust you, because that’s how the world works.

Until society does the dirty work to change the perception of this reality, we’ll be continuously having this discussion. Yes, we will have disagreements and misunderstandings, but I’ll tell you the biggest truth about good and evil.

There are good people.
There are bad people.
There are people who are a mixture of both (most of us).
Our upbringing affects it. Our socioeconomic status affects it.
Our perception of reality affects it.

Our skin color sure as hell does not.

My biggest hope is that one day, we’ll truly take on the hard work of bettering our inner cities (and other poor areas) and tackling the barriers that keep us in this “Us vs. Them” battle. It’s ridiculous the loop we play over and over.

In America. Land of the free. Home of the brave.
We should try to live up to those standards in ways outside of warfare.

Sunday Funday.

It’s almost time for sleeps. This weekend, as many of my past weekends have been, was packed full of good times. I did a bit of yoga, book shopping, tattoo shopping, drinks on a deck near the river… more yoga, some clothing shopping, Beer and Bacon for a good cause, & a trip to Costco. I’m exhausted. I’m not looking forward to my early start tomorrow!

But tomorrow evening, I have a BYOB dinner to attend also. I probably shouldn’t go, I’m all out of money, but the restaurant we’re hitting up is one of the more affordable ones I’ve been to lately.

I listened to NPR all day yesterday and today. I love NPR. They have so many great radio shows — especially during the day on weekends. Most are pretty light hearted. Car Talk is one of my favorites. Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me is always good too. They had one of my podcaster crushes on Wait, Wait… Luke Burbank of TBTL. (You can listen to any one of their podcasts… They have saved my life when I’ve done power-filing at work.)

Now I’m just hanging out in my living room, listening to the non-storm outside. I think it might be finished pretending to thunder. We didn’t get hit up my way nearly as hard as they did in Harrisburg. Looks like I headed home just in time.

I just realized that next weekend will probably be much more chill. HOORAY! I need some downtime, so listen… if you were going to try and wrangle me into doing things… I don’t want to. I’m doing yoga. Maybe I’ll see about getting my first tattoo. I’ll take my momma shopping, if she’s still up for it. Otherwise, I’m going to Wegman’s or Costco. I’ll try and find those damn spicy pickles again.

The thing about having a Costco membership is now I have 10 single serve bags of edamame in my freezer (because I gave two to my momma) and they will prooooobably be gone by this time next week. I almost bought mediterranean spinach and chickpea patties, but put them back when I saw the edamame. I also have a giant tub of spring mix for lunches this week… and olive and feta salad.

I love Costco. On my list for next time: figs, the elusive spicy pickles and probably more edamame. Maybe I’ll get some veggie burgers. We’ll see how my week of salads goes first.

Pretty soon I’ll be hanging out with some pretty damn cool people to see This Way to the Egress. I’ve done fairly limited research, but they seems like a pretty rad band. (I feel like their music would fit in nicely on Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries — which reminds me, I have to start binge watching that again. Maybe it will be my finish-your-homework motivation this week.)

I’m gonna head to bed and do a bit of reading. I just picked up Raising Steam from the library and I’m hoping to get through it within two weeks. (It’s quite the feat when you read before bed and you’re as tired as I’ve been.) How are things with all of you?

Yoga: Every.Damn.Day.

Today was my last day of mandatory yoga. Weird. So weird.

I’ll probably continue to wake up at 5 or 6 am to do yoga before work. I’m afraid if I stop, I’ll fall out of habit and this has been a really good habit. And fun, really. It’s been a great little journey and I’m not done with it yet. I’ve been surprising myself with just what I can do with my body. (And what I can’t. Sometimes that surprises me too. Monkey brain, anyone?)

Because this mission has been a big part of my life, I feel compelled to make a list of things I learned via a YOGA: EVERY DAMN DAY practice.

1: Don’t say I can’t.

When I first started my daily yoga, I was doing a very simple, 40 minute routine by Gaiam. Nothing fancy, but it was a good start. It moved quickly enough that I got sweaty and felt like I was doing something, but not so quickly I couldn’t keep up. I moved on to a really great Detox Flow. I highly recommend either of those DVDs.

Then I discovered Yoga Download and I could really shake up my practice.

Now, after a year of practice, I can fairly consistently pop into eka pada koundinyasana. (Not to brag or anything… I worked hard for this. Holding 176 pounds of Christina off the ground is no easy feat.)

2: Trust your self and your journey.

I came to yoga from a place of doubt. I mean, I was fairly confident that I was a good person, that I had a lot of potential, but I was stuck in limbo. Never quite sure of myself, my decisions or my path.

I feel much more at ease with myself now. Maybe it’s all the Warrior poses, the posturing, the small triumphs when you get into a split for the first time since you were, like, 10 years old. Being able to do new and interesting things with your body gives you a “If I can do this, I can do anything if I work at it.”

3: Taking it easy ain’t easy.

Some mornings I’d wake up and I’d feel like a train hit me. I might have stayed up too late the night before or maybe I danced my rib out of place or maybe I had a really intense vinyasa flow. Some nights I just don’t sleep so well or I’m awake at 5 am so I can do yoga before I leave for work at 7.

On some of those days, I decide to be easy. Don’t push, don’t force, just stretch… relax… keep your eyes closed. I always felt like I was cheating, even though that version of yoga is the kind most people think of when you say the word “yoga.” They think it’s all peaceful chanting and breathing.

I like my yoga to be a workout. I feel blissed out when I’m dripping sweat all over my yoga towel. I feel like I earned that savasana. But yoga means listening to your body and sometimes a sweaty, intense practice is not in the cards. I learned to respect it… even if I don’t like it.

3a: However….

If yoga hasn’t almost brought you to tears at least once a month, you’re probably doing it wrong.

I started yoga after a break-up. It was because I didn’t have a thing that was my thing. I knew I liked yoga, so I decided to make it my thing. I was going to carve out at least 20 minutes a day to focus on myself, my breathing and my well being. I was going to get better at it because that’s what practice does. I set goals along the way. “Hold chair longer!” or “Nail Warrior III.” (Still working on that one.) “Do a split!” “Get into Bird of Paradise.”

Little did I know, I was also going to crack my heart open. You have no idea how many times I cried doing various heart opening poses. It was embarrassing how many times in July and August I was caught off guard by this unpleasant emotion bubbling up through my throat.

(I’m actually quite glad I was doing yoga in my living room at this point. Not because crying in public is bad, but because I felt the way I felt because I kept replaying the fact that I was dumped on the same night I was excitedly and drunkenly working on the Love Song themed CD favors for my sisters bridal shower. Timing has always been The Universe’s strong point. Explaining that to a stranger would have been awkward.)

Yoga will make you cry. It will also make you lose your shit when you pop into that pose you’ve been working on for a while. You will probably giggle embarrassingly loud and inappropriately during class.

If someone’s going to hold your emotions against you, though, give them the finger. It’s karma-neutral. I did the math.

4: You will meet the worlds coolest people at yoga events and in ordinary classes.

I met some of my favorite people in my new yoga-community via yoga events. The Detox Retox at the Federal Taphouse, for example. I spent approximately 7 hours bullshitting with the best people in the Harrisburg area over yoga, fries, and beer. (Beer brain combined with yoga brain is an incredibly strong combination.) I discovered one of my regular studios thanks to the Detox Retox. I met two great teachers that day (and the guy who would eventually free me of my virginity). That day actually changed my world in a ripple effect sort of way.

It’s incredible what one conversation can lead to. That interconnectedness they go on and on about? It’s real, guys! It’s real.

5: Find a lot of teachers.

I’m a studio hopper. Not because I’m disloyal. No, that’s not the case. I’ve realized that each teacher I have, even one’s I’m not fond of, teach me something. How to breathe through discomfort, how to take a leap of faith, how to push my weight forward so I can “fly” my feet off the ground. How to listen more closely, how to invoke the powers of Ganesha to move the obstacles in my path. (I think it’s really about empowering yourself so you can move the obstacle or change your path. Ganesha just gives you the courage to do it because he’s so rad and has an elephant head.)

Each teacher you encounter will teach you something… even if that something is “Kundalini yoga is not my thing” or “If I move my eyes and then move my head, I can keep my balance a little more easily.”

Here are just a few of my favorite yogi places and people. (In no particular order.)

6: It’s okay to cuss.

I don’t know who made the rule that yoga was all peaceful all the time. It’s not. Making that monkey mind stop is hard work. Just when you think you’ve got it under control, you lose your balance in half moon and, before you know it, you’re cussing like a sailor.

It’s okay. Shit. Just let it out, take a breath and try again. Cuss again. Fuck it, who the hell cares. Just keep trying. The way I see it, if you’re cussing, you’re breathing.

7: You will need to fart.

It’s going to happen too. It will probably happen in a small class. It will be you, the instructor and one other person and you will fart. Hopefully it’s not a smelly one and if it is, hopefully the other people are adult enough to not say a word. They will fart at some point too. Maybe not in that class, but just you wait… they’ll be in a bikram class doing locust (is that a bikram pose?) and it will let loose… in a 110* room.

Not that I know from experience.

7a: On that note, DO NOT EAT BEFORE CLASS!

If you must eat, eat light. Eat something that is stomach friendly too. Do not eat your Meemaw’s chili before a power yoga class. See above. You will be clenching your ass cheeks so tight you’ll look like you have a Barbie ass. It is not a good look in yoga pants. It is also not a good feeling.

8: Have fun.

Yoga is not suppose to be stressful. I know I said it’s okay to cuss, but that was because yoga is not suppose to be stressful. Don’t hold in your stress. Say fuck, laugh about your fall from grace and make sure you smile. I love when the instructors remind us to smile. We concentrate so hard to keep ourselves upright that we forget this is all just life. Striking Birds of Paradise isn’t what makes you a better person. Nailing handstand is awesome, but it’s not what people will remember you by when you leave this world.

9: Go upside-down.

I know I just said nailing handstand isn’t the worlds most important task, but going upside down is very important.

All the serious benefits aside (getting oxygen rich blood to your brain, boosting immunity, etc), going upside down is a ridiculously good time.

Think about when you were a kid. You played on the monkey bars, you hung right side up, upside down, you probably did crunches without realizing you were working your abs. You stared at the ground and you weren’t afraid. (No one told you to be except for those weird teacher who were walking on the tanbarked ceiling. What do they know?)

Going upside-down is so much fun. I highly recommend taking an aerial yoga class, if you can find one, otherwise, practicing headstand (tripod or supported head stand) at a wall gets the job done. Practicing hand stand kicks at the wall is fun (and an incredible workout!). Simply doing a wide legged forward fold will flip your perspective upside down.

We need to remember that feeling… the feeling like gravity went all topsy-turvy… We can fly, the floor is lava and we’re hanging from the clouds to float above it.

Holy Jumping Jacks!

I decided I didn’t want to deal with people at the gym today. I had a long ass Monday at work and I didn’t want to have to interact with more humans. Also, I’m feeling super bloated and so I also don’t want to be in public because I feel poofy. It was mostly because I didn’t want to interact with humans, though… I’m not so vain that I can’t hit the gym on a “fat” day.

I’ve also decided that I should do more weight bearing exercises to try and “train” for the 5K I want to run in September. I can do an hour on the elliptical with the only result being an incredibly sweaty body. I can do 30 minutes on the arc trainer with the same result. However, running a mile will destroy my body. The difference? Impact.

I decided to try out an interval workout on Youtube. I started with a 37 minute routine that looked easy enough when I skimmed through it. 40 seconds of jumping jacks and whatnot. EASY PEASY!

Errrrr, or not. I started out in sneakers and my feet cramped up almost immediately, so I took off my shoes. My feet were happier bare. I don’t know what that means, exactly, but I decided to stick with my hippie cult leader feet. Maybe I need those super thin soled shoes for “training” purposes.

Anyhow, I went from smiling to “holy shitsnacks” about 10 seconds into the first round of jumping jacks. How did that girl keep smiling (and looking like she wasn’t about to keel over any moment)?

I survived. I’ve eaten string cheese and 1/6 of a watermelon for supper. Maybe I can debloat by tomorrow. That would be super. (I’ve got to lay off the fried foods and overindulgences on the weekends. Visiting Dustin this weekend, eating like a teenager, and then indulging in so much sushi for father’s day did a number on me.)

Speaking of my weekend! I had such a blast. I did yoga, as usual, and then went to Scranton to hang with Dustin and his current SO. (Sort of jealous about this because now I have to live vicariously through him for relationship tales. I’d like to have my own tales too.) I danced myself silly and I’m pretty sure I threw a rib out again. Apparently I lose all muscle control when I dance myself silly. Hopefully I can keep myself together enough to get to my chiropractor appointment on Wednesday without throwing myself out further. I’m getting old. On Sunday, I had breakfast and then drove home to take my dad out for sushi. He bought himself some new sneakers and we got Starbucks too.

There are so many neato workout tights right now! I wish I had money to go hogwild at Dicks. I’m loving all the brights that are on the sales floor right now!

Next weekend promises to be almost as action packed. Oh, summer. There are so many things to do…