I can't do Yoga!

That look you get when talking to friends about yoga and you hear "I can't do yoga, I have to lose weight first." OR "I can't do yoga." Or I'm not flexible enough. "Really?" What the hell is yoga for? "Looking cool? Well, that part is true. I consider myself cool and I look pretty awesome in yoga pants. The point is, it doesn't matter what kind of yoga you are into. Just try it.and move your body.

I took a couple gals to the Firefly Hot Yoga Bar to debunk this myth. I'm not a slim chick by any means and my boobs certainly get in the way. But, I'm pushing my later 40's and this is a great way to feel empowered and to not sweat the small stuff. Get it sweat?....

The bigger topic that is on everyone mind is farting during yoga. It happens, we're human, It's a good thing we are all grown up and working to hard to giggle. You would see a lot more people fall down if that were the case.  I figure that's why they play loud music.

Check it out  any yoga, you won't regret it.

Hot Yoga ( Are you Kidding?)

I mentioned that I do hot yoga. Never in a million years did I think that I would give up my hardcore beatings for smooth poetic movements (in a kick you in the ass sorta way)

I took a yoga class once at the YMCA years ago and it was a horrific experience. This was maybe 15 years ago and I had no clue as to what I was doing. I made it though the whole 60 minute class completely uncomfortable and in pain. I stormed off vowing to never take yoga again! After that godforsaken, horrible experience my back hurt for a week and yes, I blamed yoga. 

About 6 months ago, I had mentioned to Roberta that I just couldn't keep up with the tough exercises and that I needed to find something that was fun.  She suggested that I go with her to a HOT Yoga class. At first, I thought HOT Yoga are you insane? I have heard stories of how temperature is over 100 degrees and literally melt. I was imagining slipping in my own puddle of sweat and not breathing from the hot air. What are the survival rates here?

Anyway, I went to this cute little place downtown called FireFly and  I fell in love. The studio is small and it's above a restaurant that has been around forever. The walls are brick, floors are wood with calming candle light. Great, no one can see my straining face as I do down dog sweating profusely.

It turns out that yoga is awesome. My bad experience has been forgotten and now I have happy thoughts. What's nice, is the FireFly staff care about you as a person and show many different variations of how NOT to hurt yourself, but  also push yourself at the same time.

Now, I am an avid participate of Hot Yoga and know all the instructors names and its easy to strike up conversations with them as they are available after class for concerns or questions.

Plus, the play list is amazing. Music that I never knew existed or I haven't heard in 20 years. It makes you really want to get your groove on and stretch just a little bit more.

WTF?? Welcome 2016

Ok, I'm back.........
I would be perfectly happy with doing a blog all day long but it doesn't pay the bills... just yet.

I've apparently taken off a year (by the looks of my last blog post) from this form of expression, and now realize that it was a mistake. I love my family to death and would kill anyone that harmed them, But, as women we tend to forget about ourselves and this blog is my way of making sure I'm OK.
I have high hopes for the next decade of my life and I need to get started ASAP. Never to late to start right?


Its a constant battle,  but, I have maintained my weight loss decently considering I've only gained about 10 lbs in the last 4 years. But, more of a surprise is that I've gained 3 inches to my waist line.  WTF? The unexplained muffin top is now explained and I need to do something about. I plan on getting  my ass back in gear and pay better attention to me.

I did do a couple fun things in 2015 though. I took up Hot Yoga (more later, its awesome) and I joined a couple new online groups that I'm allowed to laugh, cry, and share anything I want. It's a nice outlet to be able to talk about whatever in a group of total strangers that probably could care less. But, it feels good to say nice things to people even if its posting a smiley face.

Anyway, I'm gearing up for a 6 week program using my old faithful hCG Activator to help me get back to my MILF status. Got clothes to fit back into minus the muffin top.

I have so much to share but in due time..