I just realized my underwear match my shirt. It’s a secret joy that I share with no one. Except you, dear reader.
My Bikram yoga practice has become more serious lately, as I focus (like a sophisticated light beam known as a “laser”) on becoming a yoga teacher. Last week I went seven days in a row. It felt GREAT! It was hard to take days off the following Sunday and Tuesday (this week.) The more serious I’ve gotten about yoga, the more careful I’ve been about what I eat, especially the days I practice. Any blast of refined sugar (like a cookie or a donut) will mean I have a tired, lackluster practice that day. Though the series seems to burn up lots of calories, it also seems to dial down my resting metabolism—yesterday was my second day in a row without practicing, (I’m going back tonight!) and I was very, very hungry by evening. (My hypothesis is that I am hungrier on the days I don’t practice.) I picked my in-laws up at the airport, returned from LA, and went out to Chinese food. I ordered one of my favorites: Crispy Eggplant in Tangy Glaze. The glaze is doubtless high-calorie and high-fat, but the real indulgence is the thick layer of deep-fried breading, equal in thickness to the slice of eggplant it surrounds. Basically, the actual eggplant is just a pretext! I ate about half of it and I felt TERRIBLE. I had awful indigestion and I was SO tired, I dragged my hiney to bed at 9:00 after making up the guest bed and folding the bare minimum of laundry so that one could sit on the downstairs couch. I wasn’t actually ill—this morning I’m fit as a fiddle. I guess I have been focusing on eating lots of fresh fruits, dairy, complex carbs—healthy food—and my body has gotten used to it. So. No more deep-fried sugar-laden crap for this “yogi!” Or better yet, as my friend’s fridge magnet has it:
[click here.] On Tuesday, I went running for the first time in at least a week. I’ve noticed before that if I’ve been practicing yoga regularly, I still have a good run even if I haven’t been running in a while. Tuesday was no exception—my muscles were loose, I ran pretty fast, and I just felt this intense bubbly sense of joy in running. (More so than usual!)
Next month I’ll do thirty days in a row; I can’t wait. Won’t have much time for running, though!