Sooo… In some kind of masochistic effort to improve my body and rid my thighs of the fertility-drug-induced dimples, I have joined a gym.
The local YMCA, in fact.
And, in continuing with said masochistic efforts, I have joined a class called Yoga Basics.
It should really be called Whip-Yo-Ass-Into-Tomorrow… Basics.
Last night was the first class, and I AM SORE!
I did not realize how out of shape I actually am… for a skinny girl, I really need to be more active. I hurt in places I didn’t know I had.
I’m also fairly certain that I looked like an idiot.
I really wanted to do yoga because it looks so peaceful and serene…
I wanted to look like Kristen Bell in Forgetting Sarah Marshall.
Instead, I’m pretty sure I looked like Jason Segel.
I’m going to keep with it, but yowza.
The husband and I are going to start trying to get to the Y at least 3 times a week to get ourselves back into shape. I’m feeling pretty positive about the whole thing, despite the sore muscles.
And hey, if one of the side effects of all of this new activity is a more inviting environment for a baby to grow, then I’ll take it.
Namaste, amigos.
