Warning cont.

I posted this comment in reply to one I had:

I wouldn't say I'm going to be on Britains Next Top Model anytime soon. I'm lucky not to have stretch marks but the week of yoga going and healthy eating I planned, went by the wayside.I just had to throw caution, and my dress, to the wind and go for it, tummy, thighs and quite literally all.As a single lass who is preparing to hit the dating scene soon, the thought of getting naked in front of a beau is quite nerve wrecking.

It's not strictly speaking true. I mean it is but this isn't why I did it.

I did it the name of liberation, in the spirit of being free and probably for a little bit of excitement and a tale to tell.

I guess from that point of view I succeeded.

A sorry tale

So, Friday morning I was up bright and breezy, and actually very excited; I was excited because I was going to yoga! (No, that's not sad bit)

I was merrily glugging my way through gallons of water in preparation for all that sweating and hotness; I'd squeezed my self into my favourite yoga outfit, which doesn't suddenly give me the body of a carrot-juicing-lithe-18-year-old-yoga-bunny, but makes me feel the part, as well as being practical.

(A quick aside - you know they say you are what you eat? Well I'd much rather be a chocolate eclair than a brown lentil, mind you a nice crisp juicy apple wouldn't be so bad....)

Back to the story (riveted aren't you?)

So there I am in all my yogary (like finery but yoga instead of fine); PD is on his way to look after Isobel.

And Isobel...

is pulling all the books off the bookshelf.

I bent down to remove her from the area of temptation... (tension mounts)

And...

Yes, you guessed it. My back went again.

See, it is a tragic, tragic tale. Well, I cried.

Haggard

Apparently that's how I look today.

So while my daughter has regained her angel status, I, it seems have not.

According to the friend I have just had lunch with, I've lost my inner light and am appearing in more ways than one to be very, very dull.

I would dispute it but it's true. My light is hidden under an extremely cumbersome bushel of financial doom and gloom. My 'it's only money' mantra is stuck on 'it's only...'

He's right I need to pull myself towards myself and find the me again. My backs better so it's back to yoga tomorrow.

I'm actually not being sarcastic when I say I'm excited. It's a start.

Meanwhile, if you see me wandering aimlessly without so much as a rucksack on my back, can you point me in my direction because I am looking for me.

Cheers.

Yoga, yoga, yoga, yoga, yoga. Oh, did I mention yoga?

I have gone yoga chrazzzyyy.

I am cramming my life full of yoga and it doesn't take a shrink with a cosy couch to tell me or you why. First there was the Bikram, tomorrow I am meant* to be attending a workshop to learn how to teach yoga to children; and for the next four weeks, as well as Bikram, I am doing a twice weekly Astanga / Hatha type class.

I'm LOVING the yoga. I do the yoga, I read about the yoga and I really look forward to the yoga.

Hmm, hopefully there will be body benefits and while it may not fill the void I hope it will at least cover it over with a bit of happy sanity.

* I say meant to be because PD is looking after Isobel, but she is still sick, poorly sick, lying on the floor resting sick, vomiting sick. Part of me thinks he should do his share, but then is it fair on Isobel? Maybe she'll be better in the morning.