So I've recently been inspired to start blogging again. and I've learned this time around to make absolutely no promises that I will be back every day.
Instead, I'll just let you check obsessively and be pleasantly surprised when a new entry has popped up!
I do, however, have to dedicate this lovely new entry to my very nearest and dearest Kym M. for her continuous nagging and guilting me into keeping up with this. Without her stalking me via gchat about it, I would probably never write a new one again...but she gave me some great advice so I decided to jump back on the blogging bandwagon.
In a quest to get a little healthier, I tried hot yoga for the first time yesterday. Bikram Yoga is a style of yoga done in a room with the temperature upwards of 104 degrees. I've done other yoga classes in the past and have always enjoyed how relaxing and calming it can be; it's a nice change up from the gym. I wasn't sure quite what to expect with the hot yoga though. I have friends who swear by it and I figured if they can do it, so can I.
wowza. it was hot.
really. really. really. hot.
The class was 90 minutes and I had to stop 3 times during class and lay down because I got super dizzy and started to feel like I was going to black out. I was also completely swimming in sweat. The entire class was a constant battle of wills with myself. Beyond the glass doors of the 100 degree heat, I knew there was fabulous, welcoming air conditioning pumping...but I didn't want to be a quitter. and I'm so glad I didn't. I made it through the entire class!
and now, I think I'm hooked. I've been on a yoga high since yesterday, I felt more energized and really cleansed after doing it...not to mention like 5lbs instantly slimmer from all the sweat! Although I may regret saying this tomorrow morning while I'm dying in the heat, I cannot wait for class tomorrow!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...
Hellllooooo!
Long time no blog. As my students would say, my bad dawg.
so I'm deep in the throws of a quarter-life crisis. Full blown. Which is one of the reasons I've decided to start blogging again. It's a lot cheaper than therapy and will not be as damaging to the waistline as the macaroni and cheese fueled emotional eating binges I've been using to self-soothe these past months.
Through the hazey college years, I heard rumors of a quarter-life crisis. People angsting about how the mid 20s were a time of "growth" and "personal discovery". I scoffed, thought it was kind of cheesy and cliche, and continued to play flip cup to the best of my 19 year old ability. (and let me just say, it was quite the ability. I AM that annoying girl at parties cheering "let's play flipcup! let's play flipcup!")
ohhhhh me. what a dummy. Here I am, years later (yet still playing flip cup- and damn well may I add) and I find myself faced with some very adult decisions and adult problems and I wonder- when did this happen? and how can I make it stop?
In the midst of a city-wide budget crisis and an economy spiraling out of control, I have found myself one of the victims of lay-offs. Myself, along with 9 other extremely amazing, hard-working and qualified teachers, will be left jobless come June. and that is a truly terrifying thought. The fantastic North End apartment that held so much charm and character for me last summer? Now seems way too expensive. The ridiculous amount of clothing I own? totally unnecessary...who cares if you're wearing this seasons Betsy Johnson if you're shaking a cup outside McDonalds? My whole life has been flipped upside down and the most frustrating aspect is that it is completely out of my control. No amount of tears, whining or foot-stomping can change this decision (and trust me, I've tried all 3)
This is where "everything happens for a reason" comes into play. This philosophy has become my mantra. Something I repeat to myself whenever I feel the anxiety creep in and attempt to take over. I am looking at this lay-off as my chance to go to grad school. It kicked my butt into gear and made me finally take the GRE's (no fun) and it forces me to re-asses my way of life and the things I choose to value (REALLY no fun!)
So we shall see- these next few months will be a challenge...lucky for me, I've got a pretty good support system to pry the macaroni and cheese bowl from my hands when I'm feeling panicky.
and I pinky swear promise, I will do my best to not let another 6 months go by before I write again!
Long time no blog. As my students would say, my bad dawg.
so I'm deep in the throws of a quarter-life crisis. Full blown. Which is one of the reasons I've decided to start blogging again. It's a lot cheaper than therapy and will not be as damaging to the waistline as the macaroni and cheese fueled emotional eating binges I've been using to self-soothe these past months.
Through the hazey college years, I heard rumors of a quarter-life crisis. People angsting about how the mid 20s were a time of "growth" and "personal discovery". I scoffed, thought it was kind of cheesy and cliche, and continued to play flip cup to the best of my 19 year old ability. (and let me just say, it was quite the ability. I AM that annoying girl at parties cheering "let's play flipcup! let's play flipcup!")
ohhhhh me. what a dummy. Here I am, years later (yet still playing flip cup- and damn well may I add) and I find myself faced with some very adult decisions and adult problems and I wonder- when did this happen? and how can I make it stop?
In the midst of a city-wide budget crisis and an economy spiraling out of control, I have found myself one of the victims of lay-offs. Myself, along with 9 other extremely amazing, hard-working and qualified teachers, will be left jobless come June. and that is a truly terrifying thought. The fantastic North End apartment that held so much charm and character for me last summer? Now seems way too expensive. The ridiculous amount of clothing I own? totally unnecessary...who cares if you're wearing this seasons Betsy Johnson if you're shaking a cup outside McDonalds? My whole life has been flipped upside down and the most frustrating aspect is that it is completely out of my control. No amount of tears, whining or foot-stomping can change this decision (and trust me, I've tried all 3)
This is where "everything happens for a reason" comes into play. This philosophy has become my mantra. Something I repeat to myself whenever I feel the anxiety creep in and attempt to take over. I am looking at this lay-off as my chance to go to grad school. It kicked my butt into gear and made me finally take the GRE's (no fun) and it forces me to re-asses my way of life and the things I choose to value (REALLY no fun!)
So we shall see- these next few months will be a challenge...lucky for me, I've got a pretty good support system to pry the macaroni and cheese bowl from my hands when I'm feeling panicky.
and I pinky swear promise, I will do my best to not let another 6 months go by before I write again!
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