Ohm Diggity

Tonight I will attend my 6^th Yoga class and I would like to point out, that I’m still alive. Admittedly, I thought that it would be easier by now, but since then have determined that it’s never easy because you are always trying to reach farther and balance longer and because the extent of my exercise for the past few years has been walks around the block pushing a stroller. That definitely does a body good, but it’s no competition for the core strength that’s needed for some of the Yoga poses.
Some of the poses are getting a little bit easier for me and I like the way it’s making my body feel. I like that when I’m hit in the back of the knees with 30 lbs of running Tristan that I don’t feel like I’m about to go down. Or when my heel lands on a matchbox car at the bottom of the stairs, I don’t strain any muscles trying to right myself. And. For the first time, since high school I can do (modified) push ups. I could probably manage one or two regular push ups, in proper form, but I’m sticking with the modified for now.
I’m still doing Zumba once a week and due to the additional sweating my skin is clearing up. I keep checking the scales because with this much work, something’s got to be happening and it is… I’m gaining weight. I just keep repeating my mantra… muscle weighs more than fat, muscle weighs more than fat.
I’ll be thrilled to get rid of my “lunch lady” arms and would be even more thrilled if the pain that’s resided in my neck for many years goes away. The best thing about it all is that the church where I attend the classes offers child care for a moderate fee. And as you can imagine, I’ll endure any amount of pain just to get a little child free time.