Sweaty like Woah. Well, right now, clean from the shower, but man was I dripping this morning. If you have never tried it, give Bikram Yoga a shot. But, what about your low tolerance for such bullshit? Okay, most yoga does not do it for me in a sense of challenge and strength, but this class entitled “Fire 60” from Sunstone Yoga really pushed my limits. Even if it was just a placebo/sauna effect, it worked! Even though I would never give up my beloved coffee, in fact I had a “Mocha Lite” Grande Frappucino before the class, but starting to understand why people go on detoxes, now, even if it should just be called fasts.
Sleep was pretty awesome last night. Only woke up about a few times and had some wicked cool dreams about teleportation and time travel. On a semi-related note, does anyone get the sense that processed or fast food contributes to vivid/weird dreams. Made the connection with nightmare and ramen noodles a while back, I am thinking the fact that I had a WhataChickn salad (don’t judge) made me have them. They weren’t nightmares, but very strange! I teleported to China, which my conscious mind has acknowledged for a while a desire to go to Asia, and not just for Puroland! Food connecting with sleep kind of goes back to my holistic assertion regarding well being, but I would also add that the five things are all interconnected. Ugh, is it too late to get a BS, or perhaps MS, hell why not a PhD, in Nutrition? One of my advisers mentioned that going back for a degree is like having children, you don’t realize how bad it is until you are going through it. I cannot speak for the childbearing, but even trying to blog every day has been a challenge (a good one) so trying to focus that energy into thesis material and conforming to academic standards is not the most pleasurable of activities unless you are into that sort of thing.
STRESS relief. I guess the yoga counts for that. Had more to say for that, but forgot most of it, oh well. But, In addition to the bikram, I followed the morning flow sequence from BodyRock:
The only criticism I would make for these videos is that at least in the yoga-centric ones, the close ups of the crotch, chest, and butt, are almost pornographic. Perhaps I am a bit of a prude (I’m not) but I guess it serves as a motivation for that epigenetic pinnacle we all strive for in fitness. Speaking of ass and tits, where the fuck (see not a prude) did mine go. Not that I had much to begin with, but they seemed to have disappeared with the working out, guess like everything it is a trade off. Every time I hear the expression “ass and tits”, it reminds me of this:
PS: enjoy your weekend with this: