One of these days, Alice… March 6, 2009

One of these days, Alice, I’m going to write regularly for my blog.  I won’t leave you waiting nearly two weeks before you get to read my melodious thoughts.

I’ve started doing yoga in the mornings by getting up an extra half hour early (because I couldn’t just cut out half an hour of my computer time).  It wasn’t really hard to do at first, for some reason.  But by today, that is day 5 of the morning yoga ritual, I had a really hard time getting out of bed.  But I made myself do it because: a) that which doesn’t kill me makes me stronger, b) I’m a masochist, c) eventually the yoga will melt inches from trouble spots and make me burn more calories by adding muscle and d) I was too tired to make such a big decision as ruining a fitness regimin that I can actually foresee myself sticking with.  Except I don’t think I did the routine right today.  It was back bends to open up our backs (because we always hunch over and it’s depressing [their words, not mine]) and it was supposed to take 10 minutes.  I probably just messed up the breathing.  But I don’t remember reading anything about needing to hold each pose for 5 breaths or whatever.

I really like how my yoga book works.  There’s the Daily Warmup, which I do everyday as the title would suggest.  Then there are different routines for each day of the week.  At the very end, there are “recipes” where you can pick a routine for a purpose, like 30 minutes for losing weight.  One of these days (there is it again) if I stick with the morning yoga, I will need to invest in a more advanced book.  Hopefully it will be spiral bound like mine so that the pages won’t turn while I’m doing the downward dog or the boat pose.

Let’s see…looking over the archives, it appears that it’s been a while since I’ve complained about my roommate.  So my mom met her when we went out to lunch.  I won’t tell the whole story, but when we got in the car at the end, my mom told me she could see why I have so many issues with this girl.  And then I extended my hand and officially welcomed her to Team Me.  I don’t know if anyone can understand how good it felt to have my mom validate me like that after months of her telling me I was unreasonable, I was awful, I was the bad person for disliking this girl.

Now it appears that she’s not talking to me, which is more like a reward than a punishment, so I’m not complaining at all.  I decided that I was too busy to wash her dishes as well as mine, so I stopped washing them and explained to her that I’m too busy and we’re both adults so we can clean up after ourselves in a reasonable amount of time (and I realized that I probably needed to spell out that “reasonable” means within a day) and when she moved in we agreed that doing the other person’s dishes would be a nice thing and not an expectation, which it evolved into being.  She apologized for offending me.  Then I had to explain that she hadn’t offended me and I was just letting her know that my intentions were not malicious I wasn’t trying to be mean and because she seemed like she was getting mad at me.  So the next day, she sends me a text while I’m in class saying she’s procrastinating and is going to do my dishes unless that’s a problem.  That wording, to me, suggests that if I don’t respond it’s not a problem, plus I sit at the front of the class and couldn’t text back.  I get back to the house and she hasn’t washed my dishes, but she washed hers.  But it’s only an annoyance because she overtly led me to believe she was going to wash them and then didn’t.

I’ll do a special update, tonight maybe, over the books I’m currently reading.

Has anyone tried the new Starbucks breakfast menu?  Where you get the food and the drink for $3.95?  I’d like to try one of the sandwiches with the coffee.  So, let me know if you’ve tried it and give it a thumbs up or thumbs down, so that I can either try or not try accordingly.