Hungry
I don't have a whole lot to say. I've lost like four pounds and my new Lululemon pants look really good. We went to a party on Friday night and I got really drunk on champagne and had the champagne hangover the next morning to prove it. I paid just over $6 for a really cool pair of black heels. They were 40% the original price then 30% off of that and I had a $25 gift card. I love a good deal! Cody is a gardening machine. He's dug up almost the entire backyard to plant who knows what. I wish that kind of stuff interested me, but it doesn't. I thought I would be able to get into it last year when Cody started planting stuff during the spring, but I really just don't care about it. Until he cooks the stuff from the garden. Then, I care about it a lot. Speaking of cooking, it's almost time for my afternoon snack. Thank God, cause I'm hungry.
Lulu...how much?
I broke down and bought my first pair of Lululemon yoga pants the other night at Seventh Street. They were 15% off, so I thought what the hell? Of course, 15% off of a lot is, well, not that much. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling guilty about how much I spent on a pair of yoga pants since I have to go to this really nice event for work in a few weeks and thought I would have to buy something to wear. After lying in bed awake from 3:40 in the morning until about 5:30, I finally got up to go running at the gym. To ease my mind, I tried on a few old dresses I found in my closet and lo and behold, I don't have to buy something new. It's just that I have to be careful about what I wear to work functions so that my tattoo doesn't show because that would be sort of tacky at a black-tie event. Anyway, as G'Nell said, at least I paid a lot of money for something that I'll wear over and over again instead of a dress I'll only wear a few times. Good point. But I do need a new pair of black strappy heels. Enter: gift card to Dillard's I received for Christmas.
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Cody and I aren't drinking during the week and it just feels so good. I sleep better (except when I'm feeling guilty about spending money), eat healthier, work out more, and have more energy all around. Why don't I do this for the entire year? Because I really, really, really like wine.
Are men really that stupid?
We rented Superbad last night. I had no idea it was going to be so foul. Parts of it were really funny, but I found one part highly offensive and just plain dumb. Seth was at a party and dancing with this girl who was grinding up on him. She left a blood stain on his pants because apparently she was on her period. Are you kidding me? Why do men think that when a woman has her period, she's going to bleed through every piece of clothing she owns? Okay, so I realize that this was an off-beat comedy and that the creators probably don't really think that could happen, but I was just disgusted.
T-I-G-E-R-S...TIGERS!
What a game last night! LSU kicked some Buckeye ass and I for one couldn't be happier! I thought the Tigers looked great and for once, and when it especially mattered, they didn't defeat themselves with penalty after penalty. Matt Flynn came out there to win. I'm happy.
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Okay, so I'm going to write about yoga again! I know, I know, but it's so much fun to talk about. On Friday, I went to the hardest class I've ever been to-Mike's Level 3 Freestyle Vinyasa at Seventh Street Yoga. I practiced with Mike a few years ago at Yoga Yoga when I was getting my Master's and Bodhi's schedule didn't really jive with mine. I thought he was great back then, so when I found out about Seventh Street, a fairly new studio, and that he was there, I knew I had to go. I finally went and bought ten classes. There were some pretty advanced students in there, much more advanced than I am. And we didn't stop for an hour and half. His style of teaching is really refreshing, too. He's very soft-spoken so it's sort of misleading. You think you're going to have a mellow flow and then all of a sudden, you think, "Hell, I'm getting my ass kicked." Or at least that's how I felt. I went last night, too, and it wasn't as difficult. I felt much more at ease for some reason. I think, and I know this is silly, that it's because there weren't as many super strong, uber flexible, I-can-do-any-crazy-arm-balance-he-calls-out, yogis in there as there were on Friday. There were more "regular" yogis. I talked to him after class and he said that Fridays are usually pretty tough. Good to know. I figure that I just have to be honest with myself about what I can and can't do and the more often I go, the stronger I'll get. I did stick a handstand last night without the wall and that's always fun. I think I stick handstands like 1 time out f 20 and that may be generous.
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I'm so proud of Cody. Between Thanksgiving and Christmas, he went to the doctor for a checkup for the first time since I've known him. And yes, he went because of my borderline nagging for years. He needs to lose some weight and his cholesterol is high. He's only 31, so I think it made him sort of nervous. Every new year, I change my diet to try and lose weight and just be healthier in general. Since Cody does all the cooking in our house (I'm a lucky lady), his diet changes, too by accident. But this year was the first time he actually expressed some real interest in making major changes. He's cut back the beer to a 12 pack a week and he saves it for the weekend usually. He's also been cooking a fair amount of vegetarian meals. They're yummy. Since he is a chef by profession, it's difficult to make healthy choices at work, especially at his establishment. The food is Italian and it's fantastic. They eat pizza everyday and he recently told me that he had been eating a cinnamon roll every morning along with cookies every afternoon. That had to stop. So, now he eats scrambled eggs with some vegetables mixed in instead of the cinnamon roll and I think he just gave up the cookies. He's trying to eat sandwiches instead of the pizza and he said it's hard because all of his coworkers are shoveling Italian pies into their faces while he's trying to decide what to eat. I think if he keeps this up, his cholesterol will drop a good amount quickly. And because he's a man, he loses weight quickly. Every year, when I'm consciously trying to lose weight, he'll lose it by accident. Maybe, just maybe, he'll quit smoking soon. That's my real hope.
Undone
In an attempt to undo what I did to my body on New Year's Eve (or if I'm being honest with myself, the entire month of December), I went to two yoga classes yesterday. It was my last day of the University's holiday, so I felt like I should take advantage of going to a class I can't normally attend. So, after I went to Sean's class at Bodhi, I went to Charly Pivert's Anusara class at Clear Spring Studio. What a cute little place! It's totally hidden on this side street off of South 1st. I have been wanting to go to Charly's class for a while now upon Hannah's suggestion, but he teaches like three times a week and from noon to 1:30 during the middle of the week. That's not very convenient for a working girl. The class was great. And it was hard. Anusara is so different from Vinyasa, but I like it very much. It's very methodical and all about alignment, but I feel like I could really build some strength if I practiced it more often. In Vinyasa, the teacher often says things like, "Just go, don't think about it." Mainly because it's a quick-paced practice, but in Anusara, you are supposed to think about where you are placing your hands, your feet, your arms, etc. This results in holding poses longer and breaking the poses down in ways that I've never experienced in a Vinyasa class. I doubt I'll be able to attend too many more of Charly's classes, but there are other teachers around town that I might start practicing with. I'm not sure if that one day undid the damage that my body has encountered over the past month, but hopefully by the end of January, I'll be well on my way.
The New Year and stuff
The new year started out with a bang so to speak. We had friends over on New Year's Eve and I proceeded to drink pomegranate martinis, wine, a little bourbon, a shot of Yeager, and a lot of champagne. I was in piss-poor shape yesterday. I spent the entire morning hugging the toilet. Finally, at about 11:30, I managed to peel myself out of bed and shovel down a few crackers. Cody made me a big-ass cheeseburger for my bigg-ass hangover. Then I laid down on the couch and only got up to get back in the bed. I stayed in bed until about 4:00. At about 6:00 that evening, I decided it would be a good idea to take a bath and then put on a different set of pajamas. I probably would have gone to bed around 8:00 if Cody hadn't rented Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. I did manage to clean the kitchen at some point yesterday. I can't believe how incredibly lazy I was yesterday, but I honestly couldn't help it. I couldn't do a damn thing because I felt so crappy. I'm too old to be throwing up from a hangover. Something that the New Year brings is a time to rethink many things about your life, including the way you live it.
