This is your life...

I got inspired by Angelina to try hot yoga, so tonight i'm going to my first class.. i have to say i'm a bit wary. i hear about how people get dizzy and nauseated and more, but if you drink lots of water you're ok. so really i should be ok, as i drink enough to float a small boat. Then after looking at the poses you do in class i have a whole new set of "oh crap i totally can't do that" cropping up in my little inner monologue. when I was in art school and taking drawing classes i had the same little voice telling me what i was drawing was crap so i had to learn to turn off that voice. I'm assuming i'll have to do the same with this voice.. and tell it to eff off while i'm trying to do the standing bow (which if i can achieve in a year i'll be amazed about). and for that matter, can anyone actually do that one? if you can you are so amazing to me in my unbendy state.

i think i'm coming to the realization that my body is not what it used to be. i used to be super bendy, i was a dancer and then after that was pretty athletic and would run and do sports for fun. lately, (since college) because i now work at a 9-5 desk job, i'm so much the opposite. I sit for way too many hours and since the weather has been bad i cant just run out to walk to the book store or around the block on lunch as it would require fighting with one of the following: rain/high winds/freezing temps with wind chill/inappropriate shoes for a walk/etc. I'm not making excuses, i know i'm a lazy fool and tonight i plan to begin to do something about it.

i suppose if i never post again you will know that the experience killed me, but i know that really i just have to stick with it and not puss out.

ooh! new vogue! lunch will be nice today! check out the march issue for the photos of marilyn manson's wedding to dita.. damn she's pretty. and the place they got married is so fabulous, owned by the artist Gottfried Helnwein. ok, enough of that.. i'm hungry.