This text: I don’t care if it’s a Tuesday or Friday, my baby gets what she wants.
I am in love with Bikram yoga. I love how it makes me sweat and gets my heart going, but also allows me to build up my body without destroying it first.
I love that it’s 90 minutes that I don’t have to think, but instead I just have to be. It’s amazingly relaxing and wonderful and I love it.
I hate living with other people.
Me: I’m getting ready to go to yoga.
Dad and sister: AGAIN?!?!?!
Me: what do you mean again?
Dad: It’s not like you haven’t gone recently.
Me: That’s kind of the point.
So damn frustrating. Not your body, not your money, so none of your business.
Bikram yoga day three. While I still am in love with the class, I didn’t much like the studio today. I went to one in a richer part of town. It was quite clique-ish.
I think I’ll stick to my overly friendly studio close to my house from now on. I love everyone there.
Day four tomorrow morning!!!