I Never Know What to Write About

The question of the moment is: Should I sit here and continue to eat refined carbohydrates and drink coffee, or go to Wegmans for green juice supplies?

OR: Should I stop eating refined carbohydrates and go up and meditate first, and then go to Wegmans for green juice supplies?

OR: Should I put on a James Altucher podcast and clean the house, then go for my Power Walk, and then go to Wegmans for green juice supplies?

OR: Should I write about how there were 22 people for Happy Hour Yoga last night and I had a freakin’ blast?

OR: Should I write about the Yoga Challenge which is in Day 5, and how I heard someone ask another person: “Are you yoga challenged?”

(“Why, yes. Yes I am.”)

This is what the wall looks like in the lounge:

Yoga Challenged

OR: Maybe I should complain write about the weather. Now that would be novel and interesting.

Winter face in spring

OR: Maybe I should write about how Spring lifted up her skirt and let us catch a glimpse of her panties the other day, and I saw it and captured it:

Snowdrops

But then she put her long johns back on and pretended like it never happened.

OR: Maybe I should write about how we found a new place to eat in Corning that serves green food and we were so happy!

(This is G pounding wheatgrass shots and my salad.)

Pretty salad

G drinks wheat grass

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And what would a post be without a picture of the miraculous Obie? Em took him to “Mommy and Baby” class and clearly he had too much to drink.

 

Obie: Done.

OR: Maybe, now that I’ve procrastinated long enough by writing this post and my ¬†blood glucose levels are dropping precariously, I should go to Wegmans for green juice supplies.

Day 1 of the Yoga Challenge

This winter I was on pain-killers, and I got addicted to them. I hated taking them but I needed them to deal with the pain after my wrist surgery. I hated that I needed them.

One day, I decided: Fuck it. I am not taking these things that make me feel like crap. So I stopped. And that was a big mistake because I got BEHIND the pain. Edie kept on warning me, “You’ve got to stay AHEAD of the pain, Kath. So even if you’re not feeling pain, take your meds anyway because you have to stay ahead of the pain.

I learned the hard way. I got behind the pain and it took me a long time to get ahead of it again.

This was the worst winter of my life. I was addicted to pain meds. I was depressed. I dropped to 100 pounds. I lost my yoga practice. I never went outside because it was always below zero. I couldn’t ski. I couldn’t do downward dog.

In short, I was a mess.

Today the April Yoga Challenge began. I am no longer addicted to pain killers. I am Power Walking. I can do a Sun Salutation (albeit badly) again. I am starting to want green leafy vegetables again. I have turned a corner.

Today the day got ahead of me, or I got behind it. One or the other. I taught the first classes of the Challenge feeling that I was BEHIND. Tomorrow will be better.

This is going to be fun, but I have to keep ahead of it.