I can't do this.
Used to be, I'd start my Mondays off in a panic. Alarm goes off at 6:30 or 7 a.m., I'd slap the "dream bar" (stupid name -- like it's a Vegas night club or something) for an hour while I contemplated deadlines, my weight and what I was going to wear that day. No breakfast. I'd arrive at work, ticked off at life and, mostly, myself.
Now, I'm getting up at 5:45 a.m., and I'm out the door by 6:20 to catch yoga at 6:30. Love it! OK, maybe I'm not IN LOVE with it yet, but I really do dig it, to borrow my mamaw's phrase. She also says "groovy, man" on occasion.
Anyway, some of the positions are a bit vexing, especially anything that necessitates the use of my ab muscles. The "plank" pose, for instance, is the devil. At least I think that's what it's called. I'm not doing too shabby with "warrior 1," though. My favorite: Lying on the floor before and after the class. It's called "rest."
The class sets my tone for the day -- always feel better. My mood? Enlightened. I've even had a couple of co-workers say I seem happier, even on a Monday. No one has EVER said that to me. No one sighted or sane, anyway.
Know what else makes me happy? Losing weight. Went to the basement of the World as I do every Monday and weighed on the allegedly accurate scale -- 206. So I've lost three more pounds since last week for a total of 13. It's this week's lucky number.
The weekend was nice, by the way -- didn't pig out too terribly. Let me break it down for ya:
Saturday: After 45 minutes on the elliptical and 15 on the treadmill, I came home and had three scrambled egg whites with fat-free cheese and spinach, plus an orange. For lunch, I went to Compadre's in Broken Arrow -- and DID NOT eat any chips or sip a margarita! I ordered a salad with grilled shrimp, chicken, zucchini and squash, with shredded parmesan on the side (used two pinches of it -- about 1/4 cup) and salsa for dressing. I did splurge and have four onion rings at Red Robin later that afternoon with Youngun and his friends from Hawaii; but I had a nice salad later that evening. OK, and 1 cup of trail mix -- the M&M kind. So we'll just call Saturday my splurge day.
Sunday: Had some oatmeal with blueberries, cooked lunch for the next few days, then went for a long walk with PB. Came back, had a steamable bag of green beans, then a banana and orange cut in a bowl with cinnamon. For dinner, I went to Banshee's parents house and had chicken (not fried, thanks), carrots and a small baked potato with salsa instead of butter. I totally refrained from dessert, so yay me.
I made my lunch today, and I'll share the recipe tomorrow. Shadey tried it and didn't gag or anything, so that's a good sign.
Peace, love and groovy yoga poses ... xoxo
P.S.: GEAUX SAINTS!!!!!!!
