In which I reveal my next baby step. And talk too much about my boobs.

Yoga last night was awesome, as always. Somehow I just felt like everything was "right" again. I felt strong and flexible, relaxed and focused.

I went early so I could walk (because I did in fact go to Taco Bell for lunch, rather than walking!). I walked about 40 minutes, and I actually jogged three laps. Not like all at once. I'd run a lap, walk a couple, run a lap, walk a couple.

Here's the thing. I seriously don't like running in public. Because my boobs are just insane. Regina has threatened to write a posting called "My Boobs are Out of Control" and if she doesn't do it soon, I think I will.

Anyway, so last night I was only jogging around the parts of the track where there are NOT hot men lifting weights. Because I didn't want crazy boobs flopping around running past the men.

So, as I was planning my next sprint, I thought, you know, maybe if I did more running in general, the boobs would eventually be less huge and chaotic. Then, I saw two women jogging who were mostly larger than me. Jogging past the men and everything. So I said screw it. And I ran past the men. Once. I swear every weight in the place dropped. But whatever. I might have imagined that.

Anyhow, yoga rocked, and during that time, my next "Baby Step" became clear. Yoga is only on Thursday nights. And I have to work the next two and can't go. Then the one after that is Thanksgiving. So...FOUR weeks until I go to yoga again? No.

I decided last night that yoga makes me feel so good that I cannot possibly skip it three weeks in a row. And I do actually have a yoga DVD that I love (maybe will post about that next week). So, my next baby step is that I WILL do yoga EVERY week, even if I can't go to class. I'll do my video on either Wednesday or Friday if I can't go to class on Thursday.

Maybe eventually I'll start doing the yoga once a week plus class once.

And, I'm concerned greatly about the horrors that next week will hold for my health efforts, because Regina and I will be away at a work thing. Long hours, lots of sitting, catered meals, chocolate on the tables. Me exhausted and trying desperately to stay awake. I decided last night to set a goal of walking one, just one, of the three days we're away, for at least 20 minutes. I know that's nothing. But really, for this conference, for me, it's big. I think I can.


Most Awesome Song I Heard While Working Out: "Afternoon Delight" by Starland Vocal Band. How is this a workout song, you ask? Well, it's not. Except that I just love it. It puts a spring in my step and a smile on my face. It's such a silly, cheesy, soothing, and dirty song.

I always though a fish could not be caught who wouldn't bite
But you've got some bait a waitin' and I think I might try nibbling
A little afternoon delight

I mean come on. It's fabulous.