Hi guys! I hope your Monday and went swimmingly. Mine was aight and I'm glad we can move on from that nuisance.
A clarification on my last post: Ceviche is usually made with raw fish and the acid in the marinades and other ingredients usually break it down and 'cook' it but I skipped this step by using cooked shrimp. I didn't want any food poisoning on my hands and I was impatient. So now you know all my secrets.
Are you sick of my yoga talk yet? Hope not. I have been attending my yoga studio for almost two weeks and really enjoying it. The classes are challenging and while I have been working up to a higher level, I have been getting a nice stretch and experiencing some muscle endurance (I think that's what it's called since there are mixed opinions on whether yoga is strength training or not).
You see, I come to the fancy pants studio with the rest of the housewives living in my suburban city outside of San Francisco. There is a fountain in the lobby. As I was walking into their bathroom (they call it the Ladies Oasis or Lounge, or something else that tells me I don't belong there) I looked around at all of the ammenities provided- hair dryers, lotions, shampoo, lockers, plenty of clean towels, and noticed something was missing from the typical gym potty. Where was the scale? Did they forget it (I am paying full price, ya know)!? I walked back and forth a couple of times and it was not there. How could they not have a scale in the Women's Retreat?
While they say women aren't good at math, we measure, weigh, calculate, divide, and estimate numbers in our heads all the time- calories, pounds, fats, carbs. You get the picture. I know I've done it before and looking for the scale proves that I still do it to an extent. Of course I subconsciously measure myself to other people in the studio (great people watching) and I measure my progress to the way I used to look or to how fit I was a year ago, or even 2 months ago prior to this setback.
Not to get all hippie on you, but in yoga, nobody cares. There are old, young, women, men, bald, thin, overweight, and people like me- breathing, clearing their minds, and doing something good for their bodies. Some instructors are built like ballerinas and others like linebackers and it doesn't particularly matter. I've gone in for my classes and temporarily put away my mental scale and it's pretty awesome. Plus, I have an awesome scale in my bathroom that tells me my weight within 7 pounds, which is cool anyways.
How often do you find yourself weighing or measuring yourself?