I aspired to incorporate so many wonderful habits into my life in January, perhaps too many. With February’s arrival also comes a chance for reflection and inevitable adjustment. Let’s review: Continue reading “January Reflection: An abundance of habits.”
Three months and one week later, I returned to the scene of the crime. I taught the same yoga class that was the first class I ever taught, with, thankfully, and more positive experience. The growth in three months has been grand and excites me to see what the next thirty years of teaching yoga will bring. My first class was timid. As if I were afraid to fill the sixty minutes with an experience that was authentically me. I wish I could say I’ve been a perfect yoga teacher since then but there is no such thing. It has been an evolution. At thirty, teaching this dog new tricks is a tough go but an exhilarating one. I’ve missed challenging myself to learn and grow. My yoga support system is almost too good to be true. My first class, I struggled to come up with enough for the class to do. Last night, I almost did not leave enough time for a proper cool down. My how time and determination can change things.
“…what I know for sure is that speaking your truth is the most powerful tool we all have” -Oprah Continue reading “Habits: Time to begin again.”
My pregnancy, until a month ago, has been blissfully uneventful. There are so very many tests but, tests have always been a friend of mine. Much like my many years in the educational system, I passed each test with flying colors…until I didn’t. I could have guessed this about myself, but have never had to really face it until now – I suck at failing. Low Vitamin D levels, fine. Iron deficiency, I can work with that. Low lying placenta, there’s still time and nothing I can do about that. Failed my one-hour glucose test, that’s okay, I barely failed, I’m sure the three-hour will clear me. Failed my three-hour glucose test, which meant I had gestational diabetes. Insert record scratch here.
Tone It Up is doing something as a group? A 7 Day Slimdown, you say? Well, heck, anyone can do anything for seven whole days. In theory, perhaps. I find that I get wildly excited for each new challenge. I take notes on the “hints and tricks”. I make thorough grocery lists for produce that will inevitably suffer in my crisper drawer. I create workout schedules that will soon be too daunting to attempt. But I try. This week, I am trying. I think I can do it, too. But no pressure. Continue reading “A Slimdown and a poem: Happy Leap Day.”
I’m a lemming. I’m that girl. I’m one of those people. I’m making some New Year’s Resolutions involving diet and fitness. So sue me.
Last year’s resolution was stellar. To drink for stouts and porters. It went well. Was more enjoyable than challenging. While I’m a more well-rounded beer drinker, I’m not sure it made me a better person.
I’m not really going to get into it. There’s so many more interesting things than diets and exercise programs. Besides. I just want to post something. I’m pretty sure it’s been 1,000 years since I posted on my darling blog. My sweet little piece of the internet. Continue reading “New Year's Resolutions: Of Course.”
In about ten days I will be running a half-marathon. The Nashville, Rock n Roll, St. Jude’s Half-Marathon. To say I’m “running” it may be a bit of an exaggeration. My training has been lax, perhaps even non-existent. Our honeymoon was fulls of yummy eats and delightful bubbly. Only problem is, we didn’t exactly stop when we got of the plane, back home in Nashville.