Death by Hot Yoga

So, as you can see from the post title I went to hot yoga today. Bikram to be specific. Normally I love love love it. Today, not so much. I don't know if it was what I ate today or it was extra hot but I just couldn't pull my shit together. I even had a few "come to the light" moments, which I haven't had since I first started in the fall. The room is hot. Like burn in hell hot. My regular teacher was away sick today, so maybe this instructor had it hotter. Anyways, when I got home I was musing about "death by yoga" so I googled it. Low a behold there were a LOT of articles about destiny yoga! I decided to re-post this post because I found it quite funny and true. Though, if I tried to do number 10 my yoga instructor would kick my ass. He may be small, be he's feisty! Hope you enjoy! Link to the original post: 1. The stink. Your clothes and towels will find it.  After a few hot yoga classes you will notice it.  And it won’t go away on its own.  Fortunately, there is help.  Here is what has worked for me: White vinegar in the rinse cycle does wonders.  You just have to run an extra rinse cycle at the end.  Baking soda added at the beginning of the wash cycle also helps. 2. Drama Queens If you have been to a yoga class before you may have noticed that some people like to vocalize their yogic experience in the moment, usually with moans of pleasure or sighs of release. However, in hot yoga the vocalizations manifest a little differently. The pleasure moans are not unheard of, mind you, but you are more likely to hear load grunts, groans, scoffs, and even some swears as the so-called drama queen curses the sadistic teacher, the unbearable heat, the invasive smells, their own limitations, etc. 3. Emotional Outbursts Sometimes you might be the one making all the noise a la “#2 Drama Queens.” Giggle-fits a.k.a. “the giggles” are fairly common.  On the other end of the spectrum, you have tears. Yes, right in the middle of class, you’ll begin sobbing for no apparent reason. In hot yoga class you are bumped right out of your comfort zone and confronted with yourself, your limitations or perhaps where you are holding on so strongly that when you are unable to control something (the heat, your body, etc.) you are forced to just LET GO.  It can be pretty intense.  Along with the physical release, you also let go of some serious emotional sh*t (as I affectionately refer to my “breakthroughs”).  Fortunately, the yoga room is a safe place to be vulnerable and you are sweaty enough to hide the tears. So, cry (or laugh) it up. It’s good for you. 4. Creatures of Habit Whatever you do, don’t, seriously, don’t EVER mess with the regulars. You can tell these people by their rituals and routine. They arrive extra early to ensure their “spot” in the room and get pretty darned protective of it. If you do have a run in, best way to avoid a all-out brawl in the yoga studio: quietly pick up your mat and move. That’s it. 5. Bodily Function Overload. You are likely to fart or even throw up in class. Yoga postures twist and compress the abdomen and stimulate the digestive organs. It’s kind of the point. So, yes, farts in yoga class happen. They’ve “happened” to us all. So, it is safe to  say that no one will judge you because of a little tootage.  However, if you have the “death farts,” maybe you should consider skipping a class, you know, out of consideration for others. Also, backbends stretch the lining of the stomach and leave you feeling a little queezy (Holy Camel!).  Often the heat and excessive sweating is enough to make you feel nauseous. It is for this reason most yoga studios and teachers recommend that you don’t eat for two hours or so before class. Either that or they don’t want to clean up your “leftovers.” Ew. 6. Over-Sharing You will get up close and personal with complete strangers. Like, in ways that, if it happened outside the sacred space of the yoga room, would induce bodily function overload. Here are some examples: The Sharing of The Sweat No it doesn’t stay neatly within the confines of your own mat and towel. It’s messy, it splashes, and sometimes on the most inconvenient of places (like in your eyes or in your mouth!); The Roaming Strands of Hair When you finally make it down to your mat after a standing series you notice not one, but two hairs stuck to your arm and neither one of them are from your own body; Your Smells Are Telling Whether it is the garlic in the italian food you had for dinner or perhaps you had tee-many-martoonis last night, the sweat, gives you away every time. 7. T.M.I.! Along the same lines as #6 … You might get an eyeful, i.e. wardrobe malfunction.  In other words you’ll gain MUCH more information about somebody than you want to in this particular, sweaty, bendy context. To avoid wardrobe malfunction: ladies, wear clothes that fit and cover all the right places and guys, please wear fitted shorts, or at the very least, wear skivvies under those swim trunks. Which leads me to … 8. Modesty, Schmodesty You really won’t care that you are practically naked in a room full of strangers/mixed company/acquaintances, also mostly naked. Sheesh, I mean isn’t it enough that you are there – and willingly so? 9. It’s Not The Most Ideal Singles Hang Out Seriously. You will look like crap immediately after – sweaty, flushed, splotchy. And don’t forget about the aforementioned bodily function overload and over-sharing.  It can be a bit much for even the most desperately seeking individual. 10. You will become adept at strategizing as you will find yourself plotting your escape at certain points in class. Okay, after this pose I will roll up my mat, navigate through a weave of sweaty people to the back of the room and tiptoeing quietly, I will scale the back wall until I make it to the door, at which point I will stealthfully open the door and make my way out to cool fresh air FREEDOM!!!

Crafty crafty I am

One of my favourite things to do is make cards. I used to love scrapbooking, but at the moment I don't have anything to scrapbook about (I could scrapbook about my cat, but that would support my feelings that I am becoming a crazy cat lady, plus I already made one :p).
I started making cards 3 years ago when I decided it would be more cost efficient to make my own Christmas cards. I was totally wrong. It was WAY more expensive, but I loved it!! So each year I've made my own Christmas cards. After that I started to make birthday cards. Then baby cards, wedding cards, thank you cards, and even sympathy cards (on the request of my mom). Now I make cards all the time! I even started selling my cards at the urging of my family. I rarely make the same card twice and love when friends ask me to make personalized cards!
Here are a few of the cards I've made. Some of the pictures are from my Blackberry (I left my camera at work), so the quality is a little sub-par. Hope you enjoy them!

So, um, right....a blog? Why not!

Ok. A blog. I've read a few. I've seen Julie/Julia. Why not try it myself? This year I'm all about trying new things. Last year was about dealing with ending things (ending sadness/unhappy marriage and saying goodbye to the amazing extended family that came with it) This year, starting things(new job, new travels, new me, new life). So. A blog. I'm not sure what the heck I'll post here. Random musings about my life? Perhaps? My crafty projects? Maybe. I am uber crafty (double entandra there...assuming I spelled that correctly). Perhaps I'll write about my travels. Maybe new recipes I try? (most of which I find on Pinterest - god that site makes me feel inferior and awesome all at the same time). maybe I'll discuss my opinions on politics? Bahahhahaha...nope!! More likely I'll muse about the fact that I think I would be the perfect partner for Jason Segal or Ryan Gosling. Haha...I'm so delusional. Maybe because it's late and I can't fall asleep? maybe I'll use this as a platform to talk about going back into the dating world after 8 years of being in a relationship. That could be interesting. Though it would totally be stealing my friend Ps idea for a blog - a record of all of her dating mishaps. Haha...if she ever decides to do that it will be highly entertaining. Ok. I'm rambling. I tend to ramble. I'm pretty sure I'm slightly ADD. But in my profession it comes with the territory (I teach - need to be able to think about a million things all at once). So, I'm not 100% sure what I will use this blog for, but I'm willing to give it a go. Until my next insomniac night, night!