Caterwauling

I might or might not meet my deadlines in time for tonight’s yoga class, and maybe that’s a good thing. I don’t exactly own exercise gear. Well, I do, but it is about four sizes smaller than I am right now because, dude, it’s been awhile.

So I was joking with someone who had stopped to visit to ask whether I’m still going to the class, and I was thinking about what I’m wearing. I think the pants would be OK — they’re comfy and roomy (I got ’em for $4.97 — the legs are three inches too long and they keep getting caught in my cute Liz Claiborne heels). They’re designer but they were not only on clearance, but I swear they had to be mismarked. w00t!

Anyway, back to the moment. I went to stretch all Zen-like and shit, but well, the girls started to fall out of the bottom of the beloved push-up bra, so perhaps we need to add a sports bra to the shopping list if we’re going to go about this health-conscious voyage. Wouldn’t want to turn yoga into ‘ho-ga!!!

They have a health checklist in the brochure (one of those things that says if you have three or more of these symptoms, you need this class), and I have 11 of the 12 signs you need a health intervention (e.g., can’t concentrate, can’t sleep, stiff, anxious, shows up regularly to self-pity parties, rides the waah-mbulance, etc.). So yeah, I s’pose it’s time to MAKE time!

Maybe this will give me the f’ing concentration I need to get my damn work done in a reasonable amount of time. Aw, hell, I’d be happy for the improved flexibility. … 😉

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