Shine Tried to Conquer Yoga

I have been listening to Gine talking about her evening routines last year, and wishing I made time for myself to go do all the stuff Gine does.

Okay, first of all, Gine does not have a home loan with a ridiculous amount of monthly repayment. Second, Gine does everything!! She got her camera free!! (Okay, she's got some streaks I don't want to be on, but most of the time, she's a pretty lucky person!)

So, after coaxing of a week from friends at the Deli, I made my first appearance in the studio for Yoga class. Choices of Mondays and Wednesdays, 7 - 8 pm.

So I just went to Yoga and came back to work.


Anyone who knows me, knows I'm this workaholic. There is NO OTHER PLACE FOR ME TO BE. Maybe I'd die at my desk.

But dying was what made me MADE time out for Yoga. It's James who died from a heart attack at the young age of 33 that made me stop for a while and think about this shit.

Yeah, I have a big amount of home loan on my name... Yeah, I have a job that pays peanuts... But I'm also going to need to take care of me, so I can take care of the job, which is helping me with paying off the home loan.

Now, don't die at my desk. Go do something healthy. Like eat lunch!! It's almost 10 pm. Maybe eat dinner.



This is the person, for the price of vanity, walked into Jessie's, walked out with beautifully manicured nails... starve for lunch, starve for dinner, go attend her first Yoga class... just so she could get a BIT healthier lifestyle and pretty nails (while starving for a month to pay for vanity?)


No, it's complicated. Sometimes I don't know how to justify the things I do. My anchor. Okay. Next topic.

My sister is right now, still in the middle of the BIG SPREAD buffet downstairs. And I'm waiting for her to finish so I could get a ride home.

My tasks today is done. I've gotten my evaluation done. I've gotten my reports sent out. I've gotten my ass kicked by the intructor. My muscles ache. Is it time to stop torturing myself?




Or will this masochist never stop?