I feel bad and beautiful

Mini-Round Five of the Exchange Bingo is concluded (ten solid weeks of reviewing ALL the things) and I still have not won. Anything.

Other than another one of these:


As to regular bingo - my best of the five cards I have is still three squares away from a blackout. I've got twelve names left on my spreadsheet (eleven after I finish reviewing one of the gifts from yesterday) and I've heard (confirmed) rumblings that the Exchnage is ending soon.

This worries me.

I want shiny things.

More importantly, I am a fame/glory hound today and I want an icon that says I'm the Queen of Bingo with Freddie Mercury's face on it. Yes, I'm pouting. Yes, my lower lip is sticking way out. Yes, it's not terribly attractive or comfortable, so I'm going to stop now and maybe go ride my new exercise bike and knit (Yes, at the same time, much to Captain's confusion and amusement.) for fifteen minutes. Or maybe I'll try twenty today.

Have to ease myself into doing something a bit more strenuous than sitting at my desk playing on the internets or doing arts and crafts.

NOT because New!Doctor told me to exercise. More like, in spite of him, actually.

Also, the bike was on sale and fit in the trunk and did not have annoying, moving arms which means I can knit or hold a book while I peddle, which was the entire reason I picked the cheap bike in the first place. Other than it was cheap.

Yay for being a female and therefore capable of multi-tasking!

Other than sitting on the bike and knitting and catching up on two gifts from yesterday and whatever posts today on the Exchange, I have some more work to do for Thursday Night's RP, half-arse clean up for tonight's RP (which is not the same as Thurdsay's) and put dinner into the crockpot around noon. My day - totally exciting, no?

No.

PS - why did I even have an "exercise" tag in the first place? WTH?

Went to my first yoga class today. With an actual live yoga instructor.

At what point, exactly, did I lose my mind enough to think this was a good idea?

So sore. Soooooo sore.

Also, when one is completely and utterly out of shape, has just woken up two hours before hand and hasn't actually had anything to eat or drink, one should probably not be surprised when the urge to vomit springs up somewhere around the fifteenth downward dog.

I'll be hearing that in my sleep, by the way. Downward dog. And now, the downward dog pose. Okay, back to the downward dog.

I hate the downward dog.

I wussed out and had to sit on my little yoga mat many times during the 50 minute class, just until my stomach settled enough that I was pretty sure that the next time I upended into the f'in downward dog I wouldn't heave. Thankfully, I was not the only overweight, out of shape person in the class (the majority of us wore "Haha, you want me to want? Hahah. No." faces at least once, even though we gamely gave it our best shot). There were two ladies who were pretty good at this yoga stuff and one woman who probably could have stepped in to teach because she was extremely bendy.

Luckily, the instructor kept most of the class pretty simple (although not simple enough for my tummy, but since mother nature decided to smite me unexpectedly today, that's not terribly surprising) while sneaking over to rubber girl and suggesting modifications to the positions that would make them "more hardcore" for her.

On one hand, I can't do a push up to save my own life so easing down from the plank to "hover" over the mat is just not going to happen. On the other, I can rock the butterfly like whoa.

To celebrate surviving our first class, Sarah and I considered going to Whataburger and getting a patty melt. Because we have no real respect for our bodies, it seems. In the end, we went to Olive Garden and I nearly inhaled three bowls of salad and a bowl of soup.