- everyone who knows me knows that i am becoming more and more quite the yogi. of course, i’m not sure what truly qualifies as being a yogi. do i need to pass some level of meditative state? should i have been to yoga retreats? all i know is that i’ve been practicing yoga for more than 3 years now. i feel funny calling myself a yogi. but i suppose that is, at the least, the path i’m on. anyway – yes, i do love yoga. but one of my most favourite things about yoga? the added bonus that i get to do it barefoot. putting on gym socks and tying my shoes is such a bitch!
- i’ve always wanted formal pants. i’ve always, always, ALWAYS worn a cocktail dress or long evening gown/dress. but a classic 2-piece formal outfit involving pants sounds, well… comfortable. i was looking for something to wear on my 2nd formal night on the cruise. so here you go.i bought the matching top as well. it will also work for my cousin’s wedding in january.
- i’m glad i’m right that rob forb did smoke crack. to all the people in my life that have been so hyper-supportive of our idiotic mayor, i’m happy to say, “i told you so.”
winding down should be a very important part of our daily schedule. it allows us to prepare for a rejuvenating rest during our sleep. it also allows us to push away any stress we’ve built up during the day. we owe ourselves this important part of the day.
i decided to try a lunar yoga flow sequence last night… read more.
i think i’ve heard enough of that comment to be at the point where i should expect it.
but it still baffles me.
i’m not saying that yoga is very everyone. but of those who say it’s boring, i question if they have even tried different varieties of yoga teachings before being an expert in calling it boring.
why i know this? because the comment usually involves, “i mean… 1 hour down on a mat, all that stretching… i need something with more energy!”
because my yoga sessions rarely have me lying down on a mat except at the very end. i sweat more during yoga than when i’m doing cardio at the gym. my heart rate and breathing all increase to a pretty intense level. and i feel it in my body the next day – sometimes 2 or 3 days later!
the problem is that everyone who is unfamiliar with yoga think that all yoga is the typical hatha style (even this is incorrect as true hatha has so many variants) seen here in north america. meanwhile, they really need to check out ashtanga yoga. or my preference is ashtanga yoga mixed with vinyasa yoga. simply because i do enjoy the flow especially at the beginning as i warm-up, preparing my body for the balance poses and inverted poses.
yoga is also not just for the exercise – but a way of life. a way of thinking and even spiritual healing. there’s more than just stretching and breathing in yoga. it’s a choice to keep yoga in oneself throughout the day in everything one does.
and for those that think it is too easy, i have just one more point to make. everyone i know who has gotten into yoga – most of them are athletic people to begin with – will admit that yoga has improved there athletic abilities in more than one way. myself included. i feel more athletic at age 40 than when i was 25. and i was pretty serious back then. i attribute most of this to yoga.
this weekend, as do all good weekends, went by too fast. but it was a good weekend indeed. the type i wish i could just put in a jar for a rainy day.
doug did have to work saturday, so that day was low key. chaeli and i took hobbes to the vet for a routine heart worm check-up. not fun for him since they had to put a needle in his hind thigh to draw some blood. the poor guy starts to shake whenever he’s on top of the examining table.
nothing special happened for the majority of the afternoon. chaeli had homework and i had housework. but then, being the amazing, domesticated mom that i am, i told her to put socks on because we were going to wendy’s. and not just eat food from wendy’s. but eat there.
which is fun for a kid. for me? it just means the garbage can be disposed of THERE and not at HOME. and the mess, should there be a mess would be THERE. and no, not at all at HOME.
i made up for my lack of domesticated skills after dinner though. well, sort of. my intent, in order to win mother of the year, was to just turn on netflix and veg out in front of the tv.
chaeli, however, wasn’t in the mood for tv. she asked, “can we play board games?”
i looked at her and replied back with a question, “really? with just the two of us? don’t you think it would be more fun if we did family game night with daddy home?”
“no… it can be fun with just two people.”
i will admit. i took a moment to think of all the excuses i could think of. i had my heart set on being lazy in my pj’s, lying in bed watching whatever netflix had to ofer, at least for kids. plus, do you know what it is like to play boardgames with kids? they either don’t follow the rules or they take a long time to decide on their move or they whine when they lose.
well, maybe not all of them and not all the time. the potential for any of these things to happen can very well happen.
but suddenly, i was in the mood to play myself. and i’m glad we did play that junior scrabble game, even though it forces you to limit your choices to the words already on the board. because it was a great way to spend the evening.
the next day was quite nice. we met up with ada and hoa at high park so doug could go for a run with them. while they ran, chaeli and i took hobbes to the off-leash trail to get some fresh air and move our muscles a bit.
i was not at all feeling guilty for the fact that i wasn’t joining them. in fact, i was rather happy to announce, “i don’t run. yoga, p90x and wimping out on gym cardio machines… that will do it for me!” they’re all marathon/triathlon types. or at least 10K types. and due to this, doug has been eating healthy and cutting back on the luxuries that happens to be beer. that’s why i don’t do marathons. i like to eat.
ada only did 30 minutes with them and then text-ed us to meet up with where ever we were. which was good. chaeli wanted to go to the zoo but with hobbes, i have to keep him away from the fenced in animals. ada was able to stick closer to her while i stood back whenever hobbes got overly excited from seeing an animal which he probably took as being a very, very large dog. except when he saw the turkeys and peacocks. then he just took them as very, very large birds.
we ended up at origin afterwards for an awesome brunch.
duck confit and french toast… heaven!