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My daughter recently cleaned out her clothes and have me two bags of things she thought I might like. This, in turn, caused me to clean out my clothes. My first step was to try things on and decide if I’d ever wear it again. My clothes are more than four years old so . . . → Read More: Deluded No, I didn’t misspell me. No, I’m not talking about the northeast or New England. Today I had planned on going to four thirty yoga. Hot yoga. Yeah, I know. It’s 97 degrees at four o’clock. Hot yoga just doesn’t seem to be the thing to do – especially when you live on a . . . → Read More: NE The summer cardio workouts are out at Koko Fit Club. Summer Hike is already my favorite. While I’m “hiking” on the elliptical Michael Wood fitness trainer is talking to me. Today he started with this quote: Being fit, or getting fit, at middle age, even if you’ve never worked out before, changes the landscape of . . . → Read More: The Landscape of Aging Back in the winter, Leigha Hall, who writes the My Bikram Yoga Life blog, was blogging about transitioning to veganism. She was already a vegetarian and handling that well. Her vegan adventures just seemed really hard and cumbersome, so I left her a comment about it. She took my comment and hoped I didn’t mind . . . → Read More: Why Vegan? Yoga class tonight was what I describe as a middle ground class. Marvelous Meg was the teacher and had us giggling and singing throughout the class. The room was perfect – open doors and open windows. I was well-prepared with no muscle problems. Yet – I didn’t rock the class. I just floated through with . . . → Read More: Middle Ground This morning’s Bikram yoga class was not about starting, it was about stopping. Standing head to knee is still my nemesis pose. “Lock your left leg and reach down and pick up your right foot”, instructs the teacher. I reach down, fall sideways, straighten up, reach down again and this time I grab it. I’m . . . → Read More: Stopping Working through the resistance was definitely the story of tonight’s Bikram yoga class. Once again it was my beloved teacher, Alex, who always utters just the right words at just the right time. There is always a very good chance of some resistance clogging up my practice. Tonight it was the heat, but if wasn’t . . . → Read More: Working Through The Resistance Having my peace stolen is something I wrangle with daily. An aggressive driver jumping in front of me on those famous Cape Cod rotaries grabs my peace and runs with it. A mean or hurtful comment about someone I care about twists my peace right out of my heart. When a quick peek at my . . . → Read More: Who (or what) Stole Your Peace? Recently I had my hair spritzed with red again, so when I entered the the Koko Fit Club this morning fit coach Amanda commented on how cute it was and wasn’t it purple last month? Near me was an elderly woman with gorgeous short, white-silver hair. She commented she liked my hair then said, “Imagine . . . → Read More: Forget Your Age; Live Your Life Haha! I’m younger is the second thing I said to my dear friend, Donna, this morning after wishing her a happy 60th birthday. She said I wasn’t far behind her – and I’m not – I turn sixty in August. But that does make me younger, doesn’t it? My friend is my hero. We . . . → Read More: Haha! I’m Younger! |
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