So after yesterday's fiasco of peeing my rather big girl panties and reading a comment from my lovely blogging buddy Marcela who inspired me to redirect my energy, I decided to switch up my life, change my energy around and make today my official starting date of 2011.
I pitter pattered out in my pajama's after a somewhat tumultuous sleep where I nearly shoved my fingers up the snoring nostrils of my handsome beloved, lovingly stretched my body, and ate a healthy breakfast consisting of yogurt and strawberries. And then bounded enthusiastically upstairs to pop in my Yoga DVD for injured individuals. Oh alright, I did eat the healthy breakfast, but against the will of my slovenly body, I dragged my rather large patooty up those damn stairs to subject myself to 45 minutes of pure hellish torture all wrapped up in some rather flexible and way too damn happy looking yogi. Of course, I made a pit stop to my computer first where I caught up on blogs and reamed out one of my blogging buddies... Ahem ahem... you know who you are *cough simple dude cough* and then I dragged my sorry butt over to the TV.
Now listen, this is suppose to be easy peasey yoga for those who are injured. So deep within the confines, and perhaps unrealistic imagination of my mind, I seriously believed that after yoga, I would look like this.
But in actuality, I looked like this!
After twisting, turning and doing movements that were suppose to flush out my kidneys (and by the way I need no assistance in that area), I ended up performing movements that saw my body in poses that it hasn't been in since being tucked in the womb of my mother! I finished in a child's pose that accidentally had me letting out a bombastic fart (darn my love of chickpeas), and with a rather large exhale followed by a goofy and embarrassing "OHMMMMMMMMMM", I was done. Unfortunately, as I tried to get up, I realized I could barely move my neck.
The next hour was spent under a shower head trying to loosen my overwrought and agonized body, followed by copious amounts of deep cold gel rubbed into my skin with finally succumbing to taking one of my happy "please make me pain free" pills so that my rather large head would be let out of the vice that was presently squeezing the crap out of it. Then I ate a piece of Nanaimo Bar!
All in all, a rather good start to the Year of Me.
I can't wait to see how I do tomorrow!
Until Next Time.
PS Thanks to the latest and greatest peeps who have jumped onto my bandwagon! You made my day!