Today, being Ash Wednesday, marks the very first day of Lent. And if you’ve been following along, you know that for the next 40 days, I will be sacrificing laziness and making the time to exercise everyday. This morning I woke up fairly early and did yoga.
And you know what I realized today, Lusties? I flippin’ hate yoga. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the flexibility I felt afterwards, but I absolutely cannot focus on my “breathing” and I cannot tap into my “feminine energy.” When I workout, I like to sweat, swear, grimace and groan to loud thumping music. I need to drown out the chaotic “chatter” that fills my thoughts. No, I don’t suffer from multiple personalities, but my mind is always very busy. I’m a worrier, a planner, an analyzer, a dweller. And when I hear New Age music and a quiet, lilting voice telling me to “concentrate on the sound of my own breath,” I can’t just give in to the stillness. While doing the poses this morning, I was thinking about writing this post, what I was going to eat for lunch, what bills I need to pay when I get paid tomorrow…the list goes on and on.
Instead of quieting my mind, I let it run higgledy-piggledy. And although I didn’t feel “relaxed” at the end of my yoga workout, I did feel like I had a jump-start on the day ahead of me. The stretching was great too, but next time, I think I will forgoe the lilting voice and listen to my own music. It’s a good thing my fancy-schmancy new red iPod was delivered via Fed-Ex today!
Weigh-in is tomorrow and I have a feeling this is my week to gain. I haven’t been planning my meals the way I should this week, plus I had that bout with convenience food. BUT my jeans are so loose in the ass/thighs that I think I may need to go down a size. I wasn’t expecting to notice any difference this soon but I am, of course, thrilled.
Anway, it’s way too late for me to be blogging. I will see you all at a decent hour on Friday.