yoga is very relaxing. too relaxing. I fell asleep for four hours immediately afterwards.
I've lost some weight, kind of by accident. I'm disturbed by how pleased it makes me. Somewhere deep under the feminist-toss-out-yer-scale-I-shall-never-diet mystique I cultivate, on some level I've apparently been watching my waistline just as the girls in grade eight did. Sigh. Ah well, pleased is pleased.
so sleepy. how do you energize yourself? tell me your secret, real or imaginary; I'll give you a cryptic prophecy in exchange. promise.
I bought a book from the "self-help" section of a bookstore yesterday. Another irritating facile stereotype of mine either broken or resignedly fallen in to: "People who read self-help books are flakes!". Why am I so full of ideas like this? I'm not always happy, I'm not always healthy, I read self-help books, I wear skirts, I cry. There. Now I must get over it.