In an effort to not feel like a lazy swine, my friend Christi and I enrolled in classes at Arkansas Yoga Center. I was a student there about three years ago and, for a reason I seem to have forgotten, stopped going.
Well, I started again. Four days a week or so, we’ll be hitting the studio for “hot” Bikram yoga. If you’ve never done a “hot” yoga sesh, I beg you to try it. It’s like being placed in a sauna and told to do backbends. Over and over and over again. And when you feel like you may pass out? Do some more.
I’m a glutton for punishment, so obviously, I love it.
We branched out last night at the S household. We utilized bok choy in our chicken noodle soup. I realize for some of you far cooler people, this is an everyday occurance. For a girl who relies on staples like Velveeta in her cooking, this was a stretch.
I felt like friggin Ina Garten.
I was cranky yesterday and seeing 5,287 posts on Instagram about the whole Vine app made me even crankier. I don’t get it – why not just upload a video to Facebook, YouTube or a blog? Why must we have a new social channel to hawk our animated .GIFs? It makes me le tired.
I love that the best advice doctors have for this flu epidemic is “stay home”. And for those of us that have full-time jobs outside of the home? Buy a plastic haz-mat suit, I suppose.