In an effort to counteract the numbing inertia of my current nothing-much-happening state of affairs, I've embarked upon the Yoga Every Day project. It didn't have a name until right now, and it could perhaps be more accurately called the Yoga Almost Every Day project, but whatever you want to call it, it is pretty much exactly what it sounds like. It started with a $10 for 10 days introductory deal and my desire to wring every last cent out of that bargain, like the good little penny pincher I am. But the more I think about it, the more it seems like a good idea to keep it going, even after the 10 days are up (and it becomes much, much more expensive, but let's not think about that quite yet). In my last post I was lamenting my lack of a Project, and while it not be as exciting as other projects past, Yoga Every Day could most certainly be a Project, with mind-body benefits to boot.
The problem being, or one problem being, that I am a woman of very little patience. And after taking seven, count them, seven hot yoga classes, I was hoping to have at least a little something to show for it. A blissfully quiet mind. A serene yoga glow. Iron biceps and buns of steel. More energy. Even a certain indefinable something-or-other. Just one of the above would be great! The good news is the initial, crippling soreness has gone away. The bad news is the only real physical or mental difference I am seeing has been difficulty sleeping, and perhaps relatedly, increased fatigue. (I know, right? Thanks a lot, exercise.) Also, since I haven't been getting home until 8 p.m., my dinners now consist of whatever I can heat up in two and a half minutes or less, nutritional value be damned (see above, re: woman of very little patience, and also, extreme hunger). Not to mention that this latest venture is cutting into my valuable sitting-at-home time. I can't even watch Jeopardy anymore. (First person to say "DVR" gets clonked on the head with my enormous, non-flat screen television and rabbit ears antennae.) Now that I'm writing it down, this is all sounding...less than ideal. I think we have all determined that I would be perfectly happy being a couch-ridden lump. But I think I'll keep going with the Yoga Every Day, for now. At least until I can do a successful headstand, without using the wall. Or crow pose. Jumping back from crow pose. Or gulp...handstand. (I will never be able to do a handstand.) I would settle for a friggin' wheel. (Stupid toothpick arms/non-bendy back.) I just want to see progress of some kind. It will come, I know. And I can't wait to tell you about it.