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yoga kicked my ass today. i'm a complete wuss now. last may i was so strong and buff! i tried to keep up with stretching over the summer, and i did for a while, but then with the big move i just stopped. i haven't stretched at all since greensboro, let alone lifted any weights or anything. but yoga was good today, and i really like david as a teacher. and if i'm a wuss, well, i knew that already, and that's why i'm going to go to yoga three days a week.
in other news. i didn't eat dinner for two nights in a row, and last night i only had a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch. this has happened only because we haven't had any food in our house (and i've been lazy and haven't wanted to cook), but i believe it's caused me to lose several pounds. i was quite excited when i stepped on the scale this morning. no more dinner for me! as if i could manage that, or would want to. but i think what i've learned is that cutting back on the amount i eat would be pretty manageable. lately i've only been having either a sandwich or a yogurt for lunch (instead of both) and haven't been snacking too hardcore during the day, and that's probably been helping. if i keep up with yoga and stop eating so damn much, maybe soon i'll be back down to my pre-greensboro, pre-senior-year-of-college weight and hotness.
on an oddly related tangent, i wonder what happened to the lovely metabolism i had back then? fall of junior year of college was when i went on the pill. i was working out three days a week, so i guess my metabolism was high enough to counter the increased hunger brought on by the pill; as a result, i was eating two plates of pasta plus cereal and maybe a salad at a meal, but i was all slim and nice. except for my ass, which grew, thanks to the hormones, but i was still way hot. where did all that food GO? and why is it we can only see how beautiful we are when it's like three years later? i wish i could go back to the me-of-sophomore-year and say, "girl, you wear those tight pants, because you are damn fine." i wonder if me-at-27 is going to wish she could go back and tell me-at-24 the same thing. probably not, because i'm going to keep up with my yoga, so me-at-27 will be a superdamnhottie. yeah.
in other news: next winter, jorn and i are so taking a cruise. so when it's snowing on all y'all, we will be sipping drinks with little umbrellas in them laying in the sun somewhere in the carribean. just the thought of it is going to make my walk home bearable.
in other news. i didn't eat dinner for two nights in a row, and last night i only had a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch. this has happened only because we haven't had any food in our house (and i've been lazy and haven't wanted to cook), but i believe it's caused me to lose several pounds. i was quite excited when i stepped on the scale this morning. no more dinner for me! as if i could manage that, or would want to. but i think what i've learned is that cutting back on the amount i eat would be pretty manageable. lately i've only been having either a sandwich or a yogurt for lunch (instead of both) and haven't been snacking too hardcore during the day, and that's probably been helping. if i keep up with yoga and stop eating so damn much, maybe soon i'll be back down to my pre-greensboro, pre-senior-year-of-college weight and hotness.
on an oddly related tangent, i wonder what happened to the lovely metabolism i had back then? fall of junior year of college was when i went on the pill. i was working out three days a week, so i guess my metabolism was high enough to counter the increased hunger brought on by the pill; as a result, i was eating two plates of pasta plus cereal and maybe a salad at a meal, but i was all slim and nice. except for my ass, which grew, thanks to the hormones, but i was still way hot. where did all that food GO? and why is it we can only see how beautiful we are when it's like three years later? i wish i could go back to the me-of-sophomore-year and say, "girl, you wear those tight pants, because you are damn fine." i wonder if me-at-27 is going to wish she could go back and tell me-at-24 the same thing. probably not, because i'm going to keep up with my yoga, so me-at-27 will be a superdamnhottie. yeah.
in other news: next winter, jorn and i are so taking a cruise. so when it's snowing on all y'all, we will be sipping drinks with little umbrellas in them laying in the sun somewhere in the carribean. just the thought of it is going to make my walk home bearable.
