To Yoga or not to Yoga...

Yup, that just came across my keyboard.  Since I have a little more time at home in the morning Amy and I have been striving to work out. That's almost working out in itself... striving.   Sounds like work.  So since we don't have a gym membership... and wouldn't drive to one if we did, and we don't have room for exercise equipment in our house, we do the videos.  Now I'm going to take a leap here and say just the fact that I'm admitting this... oh and there is more to come, we haven't even scratched the surface... is in itself manly.  Dude's gotta have some cajones to man up to this.  Especially the next part.

Amy even brought me home my own weights.  If you are in anyway sensitive about your manhood, DO NOT, let your wife buy your weights for you... they come from the store purple when that happens.  So I work out to mostly women videos with purple weights.  See, need cajones.

Now, if you are thinking... "but you don't need to lose any weight" or "but you are so thin, you gotta be in shape," guess what, skinny people need exercise too.  I was in ok shape back when I was on the production floor at the mill, but that was 10 years of chair riding ago, and many many sodas.  Lethargy, french fries and soda, only thing about mine is its hidden, not written in my hips or my gut.

So, the plan is cardio and strength type stuff every other weekday with flexibility type stuff in between.  Thats another thing, I'm about as flexible as a dry twig... skinny dry twig... cooking for days in a kiln (but mysteriously not bursting into flame).  I'm also walking (may ride my bike) to and from work most days.

Tuesday was a yoga day, and we did pilates today, but the question is do we go back to Yoga or stick with pilates for the stuff thats a little more flexibility?  The yoga was almost counter productive, see we laughed most of the time.  The yoginator chick in this video, was borderline too yoga.  Not quite yet to weird universe yoga, but definitely doing some medical mary jane, before mary jane was medical. She was saying stuff like, "go from the earth root to the happy dog and hold your position there.  Ok now transition over to the blooming flower in the rising sun and grab your toe with your peace fingers. Finally relax into the mountain position"   I'll admit I'm slightly (emphasis on slightly) paraphrasing, because I was hearing "flop on the ground after digging yourself out of your grave zombie dog, now wilt like a flower in a nuclear holocaust, flip me off with your war finger and lay there like a lump on a log. Knucklehead."  Good stuff.

Paraphrasing again

Option b is pilates.  Now there isn't any of the hippy crap in pilates but there was a woman on there that was not human.  We call her the cylon.  Ok, so Amy and I have watched a few episodes of "Battle Star Gallactica" on Netflix lately.  The only other way I can describe here is like one of those old school robots that the top half spins one way and the bottom half spins the other way.... aaaaaallllll the way around.  Anyway, Cylon chick was level three and she wasn't the instructor... instructor chick copped out and was doing the level two stuff... maybe she was human.  I didn't get to level three stuff much, I'm human too.  Cylon chick would bend herself three ways to Sunday and grin this evil grin that spoke, "this is easy for me you frail human, I"m actually bored with it, but we are going to populate the earth and introduce your ankles to your ears and you will literally be able to kiss your butt goodbye."

Boo!

Oh well, get through either of those two weirdos and on to the next day where Jillian or one of her minions can 30 day shred me in 10 seconds.

Here's to being healthy, and just so you know I had french fries and a chocolate shake for desert tonight.

Enjoy your day!