3 posts tagged “life”

I have been feeling a little overwhelmed lately. Stressed but more on the sad side of the scale. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't want to use the word depressed but I've just been bummed. I am aware there are never enough hours in the day but this is ridiculous. How am I suppose to find the time to write?

The passed few days I have attempted two different posts. I deleted them both. If I want to be serious about writing I need to be able to focus on what I'm putting down on the page. I don't really care how this post turns out. For right now, I am willing to just write badly.

I am trying to make more time for yoga as well. Maybe that's why I'm not with the program. I'm just out of balance.

Some of you might know I have a nine month old son. He is the perfect first child to have. I'm sure down the road when we decide to have another we'll realize we know nothing about parenting. I'm sure the next one will be a terror... we've had it too easy for too long. But that's not what this post is about.

My son seems to enjoy Heavy Metal. And not just the Godsmack type but the Hard Core, Unearth type. It's funny watching him laugh and bounce around on his wobbly legs. He's hardly been exposed to this type of music and the hubby was mimic-ing that type of music. We got a huge smile and giggle. Not the reaction we expected. so we put it on the radio and waalah: Rocker Baby.

Can I also say the little man is trying to walk? He just mastered crawling a few days ago (we didn't think he'd crawl at all) and he's been standing for months now. He does the usual: holding onto fingers/items while walking... tonight he decides he's going to completely let go and take two steps before he falls into Hubby's arms. Good thing he was there.

Kid is growing up too damn fast. I mean we spend the first couple of months doing everything for him (besides swallowing, dirtying diapers and sleeping) and now one by one tasks are being taken away. "No. I can eat on my own." "No. I can walk on my own." No. I can pick it up on my own." ... and I'm sure that'll continue to grow.

Too damn fast.

Today marks the first day of yoga. I've been making many changes lately - well gradually. I realized how much I miss doing yoga. I have done yoga on and off over the years... my last experience was with Bikram or HOT yoga. Anyone who knows me knows that I do NOT like hot temps. During every class I was sure I would die. But I never did.

There are many articles supporting Bikram yoga and it's benefits. There are just as many articles saying how it's not as beneficial as you might think. Something about "working out" in those temperatures can make things go wrong in your body and you don't know because it's so hot.

I took regular classes for a short amount of time - like a month? - and stopped due to finances or some other excuse. Ironically, I started experiencing pain in my back. I've done sports for almost my whole life and I can usually tell if something is sore, muscle related.  This pain was weird. Even now, I can't explain it. I eventually went to a chiropractor  (my first time ever) and over the course of 10 weeks the pain was gone and I could move again.

Would this pain have occurred even if I didn't go to hot yoga?  Who knows.

Anyway, I have restarted doing yoga. Not hot yoga, mind you, but just plain old ashtanga yoga in my living room. I don't have to worry about mirrors, or people looking up my behind.  I can just be me. And accept where I am in this moment.