Adventures of a Former Fat Girl

Ok, so I went to my first power yoga class….(read last blog). I did my best to try all the poses, ect., ect. ect. Two days, one workout, two perocet, three ibuprofen,one massage later and I still can’t move my head to the left or down. (Of course, I did not have any important decisions to make, nor was I driving any heavy machinery. hewwww) Now I ask ya, what the hell? Isn’t yoga suppose to stretch the muscles, or elongate them or something?

Yes! I actually got my cardio in, yeah for me, but I was suppose to lift today. And guess which body parts…it’s chest/back day. Now you’d think with all the shit I went though to make it feel better, I couldda done it right? Wrong! Let us just say, I’m awake (yawn) finally. And……MY F@#%ing neck stillllllllll hurts!!!!!!

My gym started a couple of new classes, power yoga, and spinning a few months ago. I decided to try the power yoga. My wrist, my quads, my abs and my shoulders are screaming at me. But, I like it! I’m not the most cordinated, not the stronger by far, but I tried to keep up. The instructor was soooo nice, she made sure to explain modivications. Even though, everyone else there pretty experienced, noone made me feel stupid! I liked it sooo much, I signed up for the next eight Saturdays!

Today was one of those day, where it seemed like if it could go wrong, it did! First, we had a little storm last night, knocked out the power…..alarm clock didn’t have a battery back-up. So no cardio this morning, thank god I made it to work on time…however, I was rushing so I forgot my lunch and water bottle. I did have tuna, eziekal bread at work, and cafeteria had oatmeal and to my surprise hard-boiled eggs. A friend of mine had a extra turkey burger, which she was kind enough to give me. As for water, you can pretty much get that anywhere.

Then….yes there’s a then, a patient’s husband, who is in denile about his wife’s condition, wants everything possible done with his wife, and he doesn’t understand that the choices are hers not his. She doesn’t want treatment! So he is fighting with everyone.

Then…yep another then, I went to the gym after work, got my workout in and was in the locker room taking a shower. When I was done with my shower, I stepped out, turned to my left to grab my towel and this little old lady jumped into the shower I was standing in front of. I turned to get my stuff out, and there she was using my shampoo. Then she says to me "oh is this yours?". For a moment, I wanted to say something snotty, but the lady was old, like 75-80. So I was nice.

Then…yes, its getting even more pathetic, I went to the sauna to do a little stretch, dry off and put on some lotion. I went back to the locker room, and this old lady had unplugged my flat iron, and moved my clothes!!! I said, "what are you doing?" her reply…." I like this spot"

Now, I’m pissed! Then….when I picked up my uniform she had gotten vaseline on it. So now I have a big grease mark right in the front of my scrub top. She looks at me, and says "Is there something wrong dear?" Now, I’m at the point where I want to beat down an old lady!! Of course, I didn’t but I did tell her that I didn’t appreciate her moving my things, and I showed her the grease mark, which she apologized for. It didn’t make me feel better, but I least I spoke my peace, respectfully. Whom ever taught me manners, I like to beat them down too!

I’m so happy, it’s Friday and it’s over!