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I've been on a quest to get back into my yoga routine. But to be honest, I was never really in a set routine with yoga, I just went when I could find the time. What I'm attempting to do is prioritize my day in a better way, and put yoga higher up. I like how I feel after yoga. I like that my warped body image is improving with every class despite lack of weight loss in the midrif. I like that I'm not reacting emotionally as much or with as much intensity as I did even a month ago. Even if it means that I'm in a state of perpetual soreness. I have specific goals in mind, though they might not make any sense to anyone because, well, I can never remember the names of the poses. In any case, here they are in case I forget or need to prod my motivation a bit:
- be able to do plank for 1 minute continuously in proper position
- be able to do that weird side plank that is terrifically difficult.
- be able to do that weird side plank that is terrifically difficult for a minute continuously on each side.
- be able to do the splits (that one may be a life-long goal, as I've never in my life been able to do that)
- be able to do that cool side crow arm balancy thing for a minute continuously
- be able to do binds fully.
- be able to meditate for more than 2 seconds
- be able to meditate for a minute
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I haven't really been cooking. There really isn't time by the time I get home. I need to find a way to convince my husband (who is home all day) to make dinner. Husbands have convinces wives to do this simple nice gesture for decades; why can't mine take a hint? Maybe it's because he's working a full day too...but it is at home. He could throw stuff in a crock pot and get back to work and it would be ready. Maybe I should voice this concern instead of complaining. But I really like complaining.
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I'm making an effort to dress better. I'm tired of being a schlub and I'm tired of wearing jeans every day (or every other day). More dresses. More trousers. More style. More fun.
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My first day back riding in 6 weeks went surprisingly well. My right ankle was killing me but then again, it usually does. My legs were weak but not useless. All in all I was relaxed and remembered my sister-in-law's advice "have fun". I get so wrapped up in trying to get things correct (this is a problem that invades my entire life, no realm is safe) that I forget that I'm doing these things to have fun. I had fun last Monday at my lesson and it really made a difference. The horse I rode was much better behaved. Before I went to China I was having a lot of frustration with her; she'd be too fast, mix up signals, not read the signals I was giving her, tear around the ring, pull too much, that sort of thing. This time she listened to me, mellowed right out, had plenty of energy but didn't tear about like a mad horse. This time I relaxed and tried to laugh and have fun and what do you know, I did. Funny that.
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Starting the week after next I'll be working from home for 6 weeks while our office gets remodeled. I'm really, really looking forward to it. I think I'll have to be in the temporary office for one day a week, max. Which means I can cook while working from home, save on gas and wear / tear on the car, have a looser schedule, take the dogs to the park, all that stuff. And have a beer while working if I want. Or work in pyjamas. Whatever.
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Also, in a few weeks we're going on a vacation. Finally. I haven't taken one this year and last year I was unemployed, so that doesn't really count because although there was a lack of work, there was no pay and thus lots of stress, which is not a vacation at all. We're headed up to Tahoe for 5 days to snowshoe, snowboard, hike, sit and watch the lake, whatever. Should be fantastic. Cabin is booked, PTO time is taken off, all is set. We just need snowshoes and a meal plan (there's a kitchen at the cabin!).
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In December we're taking another vacation. My Dad has a timeshare in Kauai, and decided to give a week of it to my brother and his new wife as a wedding present. As it turned out, the only room available at the resort was the 3-bedroom presidential suite. So my brother decided to invite my husband and I to join him and his wife for that week. We're thrilled; I've never been to Hawaii and never, ever have been anywhere tropical. Wait, that's not true. I think I can count southeast Asia as tropical. It certainly was hot and humid there, and there were native palm trees and I did go to a beach...it just wasn't a full proper jungle or anything and there wasn't turquoise waters.
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Apparently I've been playing Words With Friends with a stranger, and I didn't know it until yesterday evening. I had asked my husband what his handle was so we could play a game. He said he didn't know, but that it was probably his traditional handle, "srndpty". So I started a game with "srndpty" and have been playing...and last night I had a conversation that went something like this:
Me: You're not the best Words With Friends player. You keep opening up the board, it's really poor strategy.
Him: I'm not playing Words With Friends with you.
Me: Yes you are. I'm playing it right now on my phone. There you are. "Srndpty". That's you, right?
Him: No. I haven't been playing with you at all.
Me: Yes you have. You even said the other day that you were going to log in and continue playing.
Him: Yes, I did try to log in, but I can't remember my login information and I couldn't get the tablet to log you out. I haven't been playing. I told you this a while ago.
Me:...
Him:...
Me:...so who have I been playing with then?
Him: srndpty, it seems. But not me.
I thought about it and decided that this srndpty person was really weird for accepting a random game from me, and that I'd teach him/her a lesson and win the game. Except that I have had shitty letters and so he/she's winning. I keep thinking maybe I'll just concede the game but I don't want to be a quitter. So, I'll finish it out. But it's still weird. I wonder if it actually is my husband and he's having a very, very funny private laugh about this. That's not nice, Jonathan. It's very funny, but not nice.
