I love yoga. I am in NO WAY a yogini. I am so FAR from yogini-hood that I’m not even sure if “yogini” is an actual yoga term. I am a beginner through and through. I’ve been to just a few classes and decided in the past month that I’d buy a few yoga DVDs (since classes are EXPENSIVE), learn some poses, and if I like it invest in a studio membership when I’m rich.
Enter: Jillian Michaels’ Yoga Meltdown. Target; $9. And the best $9 I’ve ever spent. It’s not just because I have a creepy obsession with the woman, but because she makes it way easy to LEARN the poses and their names. The workout also adds reps of moves (ie what seem like lunges) to really get your heart rate up. As Court mentioned, this DVD may be her lunch time purchase of the day.
Best thing about it:
The DVD gives me and others who enter my room the illusion that I am extremely good at yoga. Some of the simple poses LOOK really cool and make me feel like I am balancing in strange, strong ways.
(I’m sorry mom if you are reading this and cringing. My room is really not that messy, those are just my work clothes and apron on my bed. You are more than welcome to come help me clean if if you want, though…)
Danny came home from work last night and caught me twisted like a pretzel. After he attempted some bridges of his own (he made me promise I wouldn’t include the photos) he deemed himself my official yoga photographer.
This morning, I woke up CRAVING that french toast I made yesterday. I decided to re-create and tailor it to my own liking. I subbed in an Arnold’s sandwich thin, almond butter, egg whites, almond milk, and cinnamon. Half a banana made it in, the other half went straight into my mouth.
Topped with a drizzle of syrup and BAM! Delicious. (Are there any “healthy” syrups of syrup alternatives? I was thinking some honey would be good but I don’t have any. Syrup is LOADED with sugar… and while I have no problem with sugar, I
love hate to turn my breakfast into candy.)