[foxyshaman]

I was away last week and was worried about not getting enough activity. Well that should not have been my worry. I was at a retreat and I chose a "path" that was ALL body movement. We mixed Kundalini Yoga with improv dance... what a freakin' blast for three hours a day!! And I was surrounded by BEAUTIFUL old growth forests so every chance I got (so like daily) I was hiking. I think I lost weight. But I won't know till my weigh in later this week.

Sometimes things just work out right. Yesterday I was supposed to be booked, but my patient cancelled. So I went to my rush class, which is like interval training. Now I just want to bitch and get this out. I HATE, fucking HATE jumping up and down. Why... cause I have double D girls that hop all over the place. Why on the Goddesses green fucking earth do you want me to flop all over??? So, I don't. One of the nice things about being the biggest in the class (and pretty well the oldest) is that if I quit doing something the young little teachers never ever get after me. Ahhh the perks of being overweight and older But that is not what I was writing about... on those rare Tuesdays I have an evening free I like to do my Rush class, leave 10 minutes early, head down to the river valley to another gym and do a super duper yoga class.

I felt sooooooooo good last night. And then I blew it and ate a hunk of white chocolate... and then my body reacted STRONGLY to the sugar. Okay body I get it...

So another day. Another challenge. Going to the gym tonite for my weight class and if my ex stands me up for coffee (my spidy sense says she will) I may just luxuriate in another yoga class at 7:30.

And then hit the couch and die!!