Desk Full o' Cheer

I went to Target in Westwood yesterday at lunch, and you had to get your parking stub validated.

I forgot.

So I ran back into Ralph's and bought a plant so I could get validation and not pay a ridiculous $15/minute for parking.

And now my desk is happy.

A Non-Reactive Mind

In tragic news, it turns out that my favorite Ali is no longer teaching the Friday lunch class.

Sad face.

Because of this, I decided to go to a morning class today instead, and last night set my alarm for the 6AM practice. I woke up to use the restroom in the middle of the night, decided 5:40 AM was just way too early to get up, and reset it for 6:40. Then, my body naturally woke me up at 5:30, and I ended up at the early class anyway.

I'm so weird.

And I'm so glad I went. Because the instructor ended up talking about a lot of the same ideas I just discussed in my post a couple days ago. She started class by talking about how we should all try to be non-reactive today, and let the little things affect us less. If something happens, we should try to relax and sink into the event, instead of fighting against it and responding to it instantly. Like I said in my post, I let the small things stress me out and get me flustered, and cultivating a non-reactive mind is a really great goal for me, in yoga and in life. Contentment is what I seek.

Especially after yesterday. I was just so restless all day yesterday. I couldn't get comfortable in my chair. I kept getting up and walking around. I wasn't content doing anything, writing, working, thinking, listening to music. I wanted to go home, I wanted to go to yoga, I wanted to anything but be at work, but I bet you no matter what I did I wouldn't have been content doing that either. Everything was just wrong.

After this morning's class, I did a little Internetting, and came across this page, which was just perfect for this day:

"Try this experiment for one day: See every moment as a “perfect situation.” This moment is the absolute best thing that could happen right now. It was uniquely designed for you to learn from. This sounds simple, but way of seeing runs contrary to the habit pattern of the mind.

Most of the time, the mind makes things wrong. The judgmental mind is rarely content with things how they are. It always wants Reality to be different. If Reality changes the way the mind wants it, the satisfaction is brief. The mind latches on to something else that is wrong and it wants that to be different. This mental action of always looking for what is wrong creates an inner conflict and the spaciousness of the mind is lost."

Isn't that just SO FUCKING RIGHT?

Seriously.

I'm holding on to that.

So, yay for super early yoga, and yay for my internal alarm clock getting me to class when I needed to be there for my mental health.

Yay for knowledge.

Yay.

 

Reward #3: Towel Off (And revisions, of course.)

Reward #2

Oh my I just love when I get a new reward! They make me so irrationally happy.

Proof of success.

LOOK. PRETTY GREEN TOWEL.

This is my favorite brand/style of yoga towel, but the one I have is brown. Which is fine, brown is a lovely color, the color of dirt and chocolate and my hair and my eyes, but brown is boring. Green is PRETTY. Like apples and grass and the color I wish my eyes were.

Woohoo towel!

And upcoming goals:

149 - new decade - New comforter.  (Added this number, 'cause I just can't wait to see 149 again, and yeah, I want a new comforter. Mine is gross. And I have one picked out!)
147 - 10% loss -  Mani/pedi again? (I'll probably think of something better.)
145 - healthy BMI - New perfume.
142 - lowest weight - Get a massage.
139 - new decade - Dye hair. (SO IMPATIENT WANT TO DO NOW.)
136 - original goal - Get a facial. (Moved down from above, I can wait.)
132 - college weight - New purse.
130 - Final Goal! - SHOP!
Maintenance Goal - Tattoo

WW Recap 3/22-3/28: Half Win

I confess to being a cocky little narcissist this week.

I felt so good, and I really did think I looked so different, all in the facial region. And my ass. I'd get out of the shower and be all...

And I was like , "Daaamn, girl, you're totes gonna lose, like, SIX POUNDS THIS WEEK. Fosho."

Greedy bitch.

But I did lose 1.4 pounds, hitting my next goal right on the nose and earning my new yoga towel (which I ordered early, on Wednesday, so cocky was I). So yay!

Goooals?

1) Go to yoga four times. (Three. A bowl of soup, two hot hot classes. Was going to go to restorative last night with my fave teacher, but there was a sub, so I practiced at home. I don't feel bad about it. Also, two walks! And I already went to 6AM yoga today. So really, I have NO REGRETS.)
2) Read another book. (Half. In the middle of Gone Girl, it's good!)
3) Knit something. (Half of something. Look!)

4) Eat my activity points the day I earn them. (Yes! Also some weekly points, though, but I guess my goal didn't say I couldn't, so...)
5) Leave the office for lunch every day. (Yes! Home, home, DMV, grocery store, Target!)

Goooals!

1) Go to yoga four times. (Maybe five.)
2) Keep reading. (This is just like...a perma goal.)
3) Knit my other wrist warmer.
4) Don't get any take out. (This does not include dining out with friends, that is allowed.)
5) Get my blog draft folder under 25.

Night Practice

If dog yoga is doga, what is cat yoga?

I put on about twenty minutes of songs, lit a few candles, and stretched out my sore muscles from yesterday's kick-ass class.

I fucking love yoga.

Smitten Kittens

Tomorrow is our last day with the kittens, before they get sent to their new foster home.

TEARS.

And pictures.

Compliment NSV of the Day

I looove compliments. Because I love attention. Because I am a whore.

Obviously.

A girl at work that I really like (who is one of the ones who asked me about yoga earlier this week) messaged me today and said that I look great, and she can really tell I've been working out.

And I was all...

She's tall and fit and beautiful, and very health conscious and whatnot, so it just made me feel extra good.

Yay meeeee.

What Men Want

A few weeks ago while hanging out with my college roomie, we discussed a common observation amongst ladies of a certain age. Our age, that is.

The two of us are, quite proudly, slaves to the feminine ideal. I myself have spent hundreds, probably more like thousands of dollars over the course of the past decade or so making myself pretty for my preferred sex. I'm guessing lots of girls are in my same boat. We buy makeup and hair products and tight skinny jeans, we cram our feet into high heeled shoes that lengthen our legs and kill our toes, and shove our breasts into constricting bras that lift and smoosh and are designed to attract the penis-having kind.

But you know when guys go the craziest? You know when it was my high school boyfriend decided he fell in love with me (at least, according to him)? You know when my roomie's long-term boyfriend says she looked the hottest she's ever looked, and had to attack her right then and there?

I was fresh out of the shower, in cutoff sweats and a wife beater, and she was in borrowed drawstring pants four sizes too big.

Seriously, what the fuck?

Apparently, what men want is not heels and curls and face paint, it's wet hair and baggy pajamas and zero fucks given.

Is it the vulnerability that's appealing? Seeing a woman at her most undone, like she's in bed? Or is it just that guys really do prefer a more natural look, if "natural" means "no effort"?

I don't know. I don't get it.

I'm still gonna paint myself up, though. 'Cause that saying is true, girls really do dress up for girls, not for guys. And I dress up for me, because it makes me feel better about myself.

But seriously, I know if I really want to snag me a husband, I just need to go out looking like crap.

Wait. I do that anyway.

7 Cardinal Rules In Life

"Young, but I'm not that bold..."