Gearing Up

Okay, I did it. I signed up for 12 more sessions of the 100 Minutes at 100 Degrees yoga. I start next Tuesday, twice a week. Kudos to supportive hubby for taking on some more evening child care.

My goal is, at the end of 6 weeks, at least to be able to attempt every pose throughout the class. During my test run, I had to ignore the instructor several times whilst I either bent over or collapsed to the floor and waited for the blood to return to my head. Whooo, dizzy! Some of the poses I’m pretty sure I’ll never achieve. Shoulder stands, for instance. I doubt I’ll ever be able to hoist my sizeable ass into the air like that. But the goal is to be concentrating on my feet reaching the ceiling rather than on my blood reaching my brain.

And if my clothes fit any looser at the end of 6 weeks, fabulous. I’m going to assess achievement by increased strength and flexibility though, not decreased girth. I mean it.

I spotted Camryn Manheim’s autobiography on the shelf earlier this week and re-read it. So refreshing to the spirit. I ought to read it once a year just to help keep perspective. What my body looks like is not nearly as important as what it can do.

That said, my boobs are adored by every male in the house for varying reasons, and I do find it gratifying.

The Things We Do for Love

I gave Storm her first insulin injection this morning.

I blanched when I found out I’d be sticking a needle in my cat every day for the rest of her life. I’m not terribly fond of needles, and I naively hoped there was a pill form. Fortunately, the sharps are very small. It probably doesn’t feel like more than a flea bite, and Lord knows she’s had plenty of those.

I hauled her into my lap and stroked her ’til she purred, found some loose skin, then casually picked up the syringe. I think I flinched more than she did. She glared at me when I interrupted our quality time to stuff an antibiotic down her throat, but she resumed purring. Such as easy kitty.

She goes back to the vet Friday to adjust the dosage. He warned that it may take several all-day sessions of monitoring her glucose at the clinic until her system regulates. I told him she has until I hit the $1000 mark, and then she’d darn well better be regulated.

“I’m worth it. Now help me find my feet.”

Noooooooo!

Not my Pasha! He had promised to come give me footrubs and be my snuggle-pillow if he made it into the Top 4!

Well, not really. But a girl old enough to have babysat him can dream. I loved the Dave Scott mannequin routine.

“Codename: Sparklepants.” Hee!

I Did It!

Sort of. It wasn’t pretty, and I kind of sucked, but I only had to leave the room once, and I didn’t puke. I declare victory!

Now, will I do it again?

Titillating Trepidation

I’m going to try something new tomorrow. Bikram “Hot” Yoga. I’m terrified, yet oddly excited by the challenge. I’m fat, unfit, and sedentary — well, as sedentary as possible while chasing 2 kids. Which frankly is not as sedentary as I was when I had a desk job.

I’m going with 2 friends tomorrow (so they can notify my next of kin, ha ha). The class is called “100 Minutes at 100 Degrees.” They’ve done it before. One said she saw stars. The other said her shins were sweating. Am I insane?

I hate heat. But it’s 100 degrees outside this time of year anyway, so I have an inkling I can handle it. I love what little yoga I’ve done in my life. And most importantly, Pokermon said he’d watch the kids while I went. The prospect of 100 minutes without anyone climbing on me or calling, “Mooooommmmyyyyy!” is a great motivator.

Y’all think cooling thoughts for me…

Flu$$$$$hhhh

It’s time to whine about money!

Pokermon recently started a new job. He’s much happier there than at his old job, which is priceless. However, it was a bit of a pay cut, which of course prompted Murphy to lay down the Law.

Expense: New wardrobe for the new job (and yes, this girl’s crazy ’bout her Sharp Dressed Man — ya look good, honey!). Which prompted me to look at the paint-stained holey rags I’ve been wearing and spend a bit on clothes as well.

Expense: New computer to replace the one that was a loaner from the old job. In retrospect, I’m not sure this was the best time for that purchase, but that’s between Pokermon and the Discover card.

Potential Expense: I think our washing machine is dying. It requires a full-body massage (sometimes 2) before it will complete a load, and it has started leaking.

Major new Expense: My kitty got diagnosed with diabetes this morning. *sigh* She’s getting old, and she’s been a fatty all her life, so it’s no shocker. We’re easily looking at a thousand bucks in vet bills while we get the correct insulin dosage determined. *double sigh*

On the bright side, I think we only have 3 more months until our car is paid off. That’ll help!