I have so much to tell you. Ana got her braces off. We went to get our Christmas tree and decorated it. Coop had a birthday. We gave a little UN-Thanksgiving party. I ran into a Sydney doppelgänger. I finished my last freelance article of the year, all about polar dinosaurs --which was fascinating.
But honestly? All I really want to talk about is yoga. (In fact, this whole blog post is about yoga, so if that is of no interest to you, you can skip right to the bottom to see my gorgeous older daughter with the straightest teeth on this planet.)
I'm a little obsessed with yoga at the moment.
A few months ago, my yoga instructor introduced me to another yoga studio and a woman named Yvonne, who teaches the same kind of yoga that he does. Actually, I was too shy/terrified to go by myself so he MET ME THERE and took a class with me. Is that just...incredibly kind? He knew I was looking to augment my practice with him (he is unable to offer as many classes as I need because he runs a thriving martial arts center) and he knew that I would never have gone by myself. I am just...pathologically shy. I hate having to explain my situation and the FULF and everything. But this woman teaches the same kind of yoga that I already take (Dharma Mittra) so I think he knew it would be really good for me and then he just kind of made it happen. How did I get lucky enough to have a friend like THAT?
Anyway, I've been taking Yvonne's 8:00AM class on Mondays, Wednesday and Fridays for eight or nine weeks now. It's a lot harder than the other classes I was taking, because those are beginner classes. This is YVONNE'S beginner class, but if I had taken it when I was newly off the couch, it would have killed me.
So, for a couple of months now, I've been going to Yvonne's studio on MWF at 8:00 and then going to Chris's studio on Wednesday and Fridays at 11:00. Five yoga classes a week.
In eight weeks, I've seen some positive changes in my body, and I've certainly seen some increased strength.
Then, about a week or so ago, I tried taking the Power Yoga at Yvonne's.
Which, y'all, is the hardest exercise class of any exercise class I've ever taken in my LIFE. I'm not even exaggerating.
And something snapped in me--in a good way, I mean. I think.
Now I just want to do yoga and think yoga and BE YOGA all of the time. I want to be one of those super-bendy people. I want to be able to hang with the true yogis.
I guess it's like high-school: I want to sit at the bendy people's lunch table.
I'm taking as many classes as I can (on Friday I took three classes on one day!) and at least once a day I WATCH some yoga on youtube. I guess I'm going to need an intervention before it's all over, because it's two days until Christmas and I haven't ordered cards, done any baking, or decorated outside. The girls and I haven't even made our traditional gingerbread house.
Obsessively compulsively loving yoga seems sort of...well, wrong. Not in the spirit of true enlightenment, if you know what I mean. I can't help it--I am dreaming yoga dreams! I think part of it is that I seem to have some natural yoga ability (I'm pretty flexible) so my dreams seem within my grasp if I can build my strength.
I'm on it.
Everything else? Not so much.
Here, look at the pretty girl and don't judge me:
Also, tell me this dog doesn't look exactly like Sydney (scroll down if you visit the link--there's a picture of Syd.):