I didn't weigh myself and I think I'll stop my usual daily weigh-ins because I don't care as much anymore--but I care enough to weigh myself every few days or whatever I feel like at the time. I'm in my goal range, or possibly above it, but I'm not concerned--half marathon training will keep me from getting higher than desired and yoga has firmed me up in places that I couldn't get to from weight training. Yoga has also made me get more comfortable in my skin than normal, so I don't even feel like I have a body sometimes or even care about whether it exists or not. Yeah.........this is all positive, not negative-numb. It's all encompassing bliss
I think I'll go ahead and start my yoga thread in the Clubs area because I need another space to go on and on about yoga--not here. This place used to be racy and lewd

Shit, I can do whatever I want and say what I want, and I don't really care if anyone reads it, but it IS very nice to have conversations with you lovely people--in a Yoga thread I could try and learn and teach what I learned and maybe help somebody if she's interested.
Yesterday I kickboxed and my newfound control of my chi, or in more conventional terms, my newfound muscle memory, balance, control, flexibility, confidence and improvised execution of my limbs and core made me better than ever before. Then I showered and met up with Lotus (my homegirl, not the position!) at the Ashtanga Institute for yoga with Delana.
Delana wasn't fucking around!!!
The Vinyasa (flowing serious of asanas) was somewhat difficult for me because I was already tired from 6am yoga for 40 minutes and an hour of intense aerobic activity just 50 minutes or so before. But the main problem was my new yoga mat: I guess I was supposed to wipe it down or something, because I kept slipping on it

So I got a borrowable mat from the closet of the Performance Hall and it smelled dreadfully like feet

But once we moved to the floor for our asanas I went back to my new mat.
Dinner was trout and veggies over brown rice.
So I'm still celibate since 9-1, and I tell ya, I don't really care most of the time but yeah, I have bouts of horniness. Not bad enough to do anything about it other than make love to
myself. In yoga there was a guy behind me and I wasn't paying attention to him at first, then in the middle of class I was doing Trikonasana and I noticed that he had taken off his shirt

My chi was ALL thrown off! Curly-cupid-dirty-blond curls and a golden body with washboard abs and a great chest, just a small guy, ya know? Like, proportionate and perfect but not very large or beefy. He probably was only like 5'10". But yeah. I stopped paying attention to him soon after but my awareness of him increased to say the least.
Wow, it would be nice to meet and date a guy from Yoga class.
On that note,
I figured out why I have a crush on Aleksander Emelianenko - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia!!!! Tatiana is from Moscow, right? So I was like, have you heard of Aleksander Emelianenko? And she was like "no," so I showed her THIS
YouTube - Aleksander Emelianenko VS. James Thompsonand she said in her heavy Russian accent.
"Oooh...he iz two hundredt perrcent Rrrussian." LOL!!!
She went on to remark on his appearance. James Thompson is very sleek like a American Staffordshire pitbull, and acts all bull-in-a-china-shop and aggressive during this fight. Aleksander wobbles out, apathetic, unaffected, almost indolently and looks way less ripped than James, almost like a big little fat kid. But he still wins! And Tatiana was saying he was huge, had sunken features, cynical looking, rings around eyes, pale skin like he doesn't ever get any sun, very Russian-mafia seeming, and probably eats sausage and sauerkraut all the time.
It dawned on me: she was right! Ewwwwwwww yuck!

I
hate sauerkraut and sausage, and I am happy and bubbly and sunkissed and positive. So why was I left still attracted to this "monstrosity"?
Balance exists in the equality of opposition. Maybe........
it would be HOT to fuck with a cyncical pale burly apathetic Russian someday
