Saturday I skipped yoga.
As shocking as it sounds that I would skip my weekly yoga class, I did skip it the week prior, too. But that was because I had my craft show. And when I skip it again in two weeks it’s going to be because I’m in Virginia for a family function.
But this past Saturday? Pure laziness.
I woke up all excited and ready to go, probably because I had missed it the week before. I made my pre-yoga breakfast and then had a bit of time to kill so I settled on the couch with my netbook to watch something on Netflix.
Around this time my stomach started to hurt. Nothing too terrible, I would have survived yoga with it aching a bit, but the more I thought about it and the longer I stayed on the couch, the more tempting it became to just stay on the couch and spend my morning watching “Storage Wars” (don’t judge). I had a baby shower that afternoon in my hometown and the plan was to go to yoga and then drive straight to my parents’ house and shower and get ready there. But with each bid on an abandoned storage locker in California, the less I liked that plan. I also realized it had been several weeks since I had myself a decent lazy weekend morning.
Yoga is at 10am on Saturday and I run fairly early on Fridays and Sundays. Early as in I’m on the pavement by 8am. I prefer running before breakfast and, well, also it’s best to just get it out of the way. Don’t get me wrong, I do love running but it’s still exercise and it’s still work. It’s on the cusp of summer and even at 7:30 am it can be hot.
I do love running and I love working out and I love the endorphins and all that jazz. I love the changes in my body and health and attitude but I also really miss being able to wake up slowly and bide my time and decide what to do with my day.
But, more than that, I’ve learned to listen to my body. And if my body is telling me to skip the sun salutations and, instead, spend my morning in my own private reality tv filled corpse pose, well then that is what I am going to do.
So instead of participating in a ninety-minute physical and athletic yoga practice, I spent my morning on the couch. I took a relaxing shower and got ready and then headed to Stars Hollow for a baby shower.
If there is one person who knows me and has seen me through all my ups and downs (weight and otherwise), it’s this woman right here. We’ve known each other since 7th grade, I was one of her bridesmaids, and we worked together at the House o’ Books (aka, the Stars Hollow Public Library) for most of high-school. It was during our days as pages that we adopted the mutual nicknames of Booksluts, although I admit it feels weird using that decade-long moniker on a woman about to become a mother.
Speaking of ups and downs, I did go up .8 lbs this week. Weight loss isn’t always linear, so maybe it was from skipping yoga or maybe it was from something two weeks ago that finally caught up. For awhile, I was always gaining exactly .8 about halfway through my cycle and this would be the time for that, so it could be a multitude of things. I’m still at a total of 83 lbs gone, so I’m not gonna stress about it. All part of the journey.
Of course, had I known I was going to show a gain today even after running, like, 10 miles this week I totally would have gone for the Half Combo at Melt Bar & Grilled last night instead of the southwest salad and vegetarian chili I opted for.
Eh, c’est la vie. If nothing else, at least I know grilled cheesy goodness isn’t going to be sneaking up on me in another two weeks.
Love from the ashes,