Sunday Drivel....

A few things I need to get off my very sore chest.

The yoga class kicked my butt.

My chest and shoulders are so sore - I can barely move.

I go back today at 1pm.

I swear I was in a Downward Dog for over an hour.

It's 7:57am and I just got back from Pier One.

I mistakenly read the schedule.

I thought I was working from 7am to 11:45am.

I sat there for a half an hour in my car alone - waiting for someone to show up.

Gave up - came home - only to see that I'm on the schedule for 7PM to 11:45PM.

The scary thing is that I checked the schedule like FOUR times in the last week.

I've also been leaving lights on in rooms that I leave - which has always been a pet peeve of mine in the past - and even more alarming - I've left for the day leaving the stove top burner going - three times now!

I stayed up late last night watching the Green Mile - which tore my heart up so, that I spent an hour in bed crying over Jinksie - wishing that John Coffey were here the day Jinksie dropped dead - cause he could have 'helped him' the way he helped Mr. Jangles.

And then the thought of Mr. Jangles made me cry.

Oh for a pet mouse that could roll spools around the house!

Oh yes.

I'm ovulating too.

So I've already got a sleep deficit going and now I'll work til midnight and I've promised my friend that we'd walk tomorrow at 6am.

I have a mammogram at 8am.

Law.

I got a call from Pier One yesterday asking me if I wanted to stay on - not just be holiday help.

After this morning - I've decided "no".

It's no fault of theirs that I misread the schedule - it's just working such piddly hours - for such piddly pay is much too disruptive to my life.

I do not want to work more hours - I thought just a day or two a month - something different to do - you know?  Come to find out it's quite disruptive - I find out that I have to work on days that I've already planned things - etc.

I've actually had to cancel on the BoyChild because of work.

I don't cotton to that.

Then the guilt sets in - and I think -" Lord Jayme - just get a full time job - you know you should - you are living in a fantasy world"

 - but we've been around that block a few times now, haven't we?

I sacrifice so I can stay home.

I'm cool with that.

86% of the time.

So today I'll at least make what I spent in gas today driving back and forth.

Onward.

or...

Downward-

 Facing Dog.

I wanted to apologize for a few things.

Did I mention I'm ovulating?

I'm sorry for posting a gag worthy recipe.

I forget that perhaps I'm in a very different place than many of you when it comes to food - I'm in more of a 'this is what my body needs so just eat it' mode - and I realize that many of you aren't.

I certainly wasn't there when I first started - so I'll try to share a few more palatable recipes in the future!  I apologize if at any time I've come off as preachy - or that

 'you should be doing what I'm doing'.

K?

K.

I'm also sorry that it's been taking me so long to get back to some of you.

When working on my 'Random Acts of Kindness' list last night - (I'm running out of ideas here!) - I saw on one website where it said 'answer your emails promptly' - stating that it made the other person feel valued when you did that.

Oh my - I'm pretty bad about saving emails for 'when I feel like it' - 'when I have time' - and so - here's an I'm sorry - I hope I've never made any of you feel that I don't value you!

Again - I'm smack dab in the middle of my cycle -

:-)

And now - just for a good laugh-

Here's a snippet of what I wrote on the forum at the Leanness Lifestyle about my yoga class experience.

Ok. I have to. I'm bristling to tell you all about my adventures in hot yoga today.

I've done a Downward Facing Dog a time or two. I know what Child's Pose is. I've been known to meditate and I love saying 'Namaste'.

My neighbor gave me a gift certificate to one month's worth of classes at the local 'Yoga Room'. She also gave me a list of classes they hold - Beginners Yoga, Gentle Yoga, Pre-natal Yoga - etc. Then - I see that they are having a Bikram Power Hot Yoga Bootcamp the entire month of January. Score! Go big or go home has always been a motto of mine. Do I sign up for the Beginners? Nah. Let's do a Bootcamp. 3 classes a week - 90 minutes a shot in a hot room. I imagine it a very sultry experience where I'm going to feel limber, sexy, and focused.

I'll preface this with the fact that I zealously overconsumed some dried kalamata figs. Again. They are on the list of 'do not buy'. I can't stay out of them. I didn't know they caused such gastric distress. I've been extremely gassy AGAIN. The kind of gas that's just spontaneous - like you aren't even aware that it's happening, and then it happens and you had no chance to politely excuse yourself, or at the very least turn your hind end in a different direction.

I'll also tell you that I wore a long sleeved fleece pullover. I have no idea why. I guess I thought if hot is good - hotter was better.

I've never done a yoga class.

The room is dark. And. HOT. The instructor shows up and she's well - she's gorgeous. She has the most beautiful female body I've ever seen in person. My first thought was to put some BBQ sauce on her and bite her. I mean - seriously? That's beautiful. Muscles. And just the way she carried herself was so lovely. Then she started talking - and she literally sounded like a character from a SNL skit. It was almost comical - she was so ....relaxed.

For someone that's never done a Yoga class before - I think I did pretty good. I've never been twisted around like that in my life. The soreness is actually settling in as I type this. I almost vomited twice. Many of the positions were quite painful as my rear end was so tightly clenched trying not to pass gas. I may or may not have seen Buddha.

We ended in Corpse pose. I nailed it.

And with that - I bid you adieu for the day -

Please think of me at midnight tonight - driving home in the cold, dark night, sleep deprived, sore and hormonal.

Amen.