Yoga a GoGo

As you may know, I’ve been valiantly attempting to get “in shape.” I haven’t decided on which shape that will be, yet. I kinda have been yoyo-ing with my commitment to a healthy lifestyle. And no, giving up chocolate and wine is note an option (god, I’m like a character from a Nora Roberts novel. How stereotypically female of me).

I went back to yoga class today after a hiatus, and obviously it kicked my ass. In a good way… I think. Anywho, something said at the end of the class really stuck with me. I was flopped into my version of meditation (imagine a faceplanting starfish. That’s this gal), while my badass teacher was talking to the class. She talked about rewarding yourself for coming to class and such, then she said.

“You did something amazing today. If you go through your day thinking that instead of how you should have done more or did better, your whole outlook will change.”

Woah. This human starfish was not expecting that.

As an overachiever with anxiety/depression/a partridge in a pear tree, The mantra “You should have done more.” Runs through my head roughly 6,943 times a day. The weird thing, though, is that you never realize that you think it until the idea is firmly planted in your head.

So, as I’m nomming on some leftover shrimp and pasta, I made the choice to try and make my mindset one similar to how I felt during class. We’ll see how it goes.

Have any of you guys felt this way? Do you have any mantras to get you through? Did it help your mindset?

Getting healthy might kill me.

As you lovelies may know, I’m trying to get healthy. Yes, a lot of this is me being vain. I know we all read about those women who say “I just want to be healthy. It’s not about looks.” Yeah, that’s bullshit. I’m secure in myself to know that I’m in this to get to Bettie Page levels of awesome. I already got amazing hair and makeup skills. This is obviously the next step. If I become a healthier person, that’s a perk too.

So, after singing a requiem for my chocolate ice cream, I jumped back (literally. I started swimming) into the swing of things.

I forgot how HARD this was.

On recommendation from my fantastic friend, Justine, I signed up for Piyo. Of course, when I first heard the word, I thought it was some magical weight loss frozen yogurt. I was wrong. Good God, was I wrong.

The Piyo lady seems so nice. I don’t know why she takes such pleasure in my pain.

I’m only on week two, so here’s hoping that the endorphins start kicking in soon. I know I’ll stick with it though. Charming already completed P90X and started P90x2 while signing up to be a Beachbody coach. Show off.

Currently, I’m laying on my couch, sweaty and in pain, trying to convince my dog to get me dinner. Seamus Finnigan needs to start earning his keep, after all. No luck yet.

I wonder how much it would take to get my cat to carry me to the shower…

~Little Bombshell

An argument against dieting

One thing that is not in the new spouses brochure in the Air Force is that you WILL gain weight when you move to Germany. Is it because German food is delicious?Eh, kind of. More like the sun doesn’t shine for 9 months, so you have to eat a lot to comfort yourself. Oh, and wine is cheap. Now, as a bombshell, I embrace my curves. After all #bustygalproblems was basically written about me. However, when my mad cute clothes don’t fit anymore, we have a problem.  Continue reading