Oh, my, it's been a while.

I'm back!

In the past several weeks, many fun things have occurred:

1) I utterly gave up on vegetarianism because my husband couldn't ever figure out what to cook, so we ended up eating out entirely too much. New plan: I'm going to try to buy free-range chicken and as little red meat as possible.

2) We've permanently adjusted our work schedules so that we get to work at 7:30 AM and leave at 3:30 PM, thus avoiding most of the commuting traffic and making it so that we have time to collapse for about an hour before either of us has to think of making dinner. It is most sincerely awesome.

3) We finally saw Supersize Me. WOW. Okay, more on that later, but suffice it to say that as of right now neither one of us ever wants to eat McDonald's again.


4) My husband the pro-wrestling fan discovered Yoga for Regular Guys. He bought the book, which alone amazed me. I was more amazed when, a few days later, he tried the 20-minute routine. He was in pain for several days after that, since YRG completely kicked his ass, and I kind of figured, "Well, now we're screwed, he's not going to do that anymore." Never let it be said my Hub cannot surprise me, though, because by golly after four days of rest he did the routine again, and since then he's not only done it every other day, but he's trying the 30-minute routine, too. Now he's purchased the DVDs, and a second yoga mat, so we will be doing yoga together. I cannot possibly overstate how much this has surprised me. I am BOGGLED.

I had absolutely nothing to do with this, either. He found the book, he bought it, he did the routines by himself (hiding in another room) for two weeks, then he started teaching it to me. He's pushing himself. He's started figuring out the ins and outs of nutrition, has started eating breakfast, and taught himself how to poach fish. He has purchased (and drinks) carrot juice. He is trying to figure out how much he should be eating, and consciously trying to eat healthier. Wow.

Thank God for all of this, because I was completely out of oomph. Three years of being the solo source of healthy-living motivation in our household had drained me to the point where it was all I could do to drink my water for the day and strap on my pedometer. Thank God, thank God, thank God.

So, now on odd days I pedal the exercise bike while playing video games, and on even days I do power yoga with my Hub. It is everything I ever dreamed of. I am the happiest (and sorest) woman you've ever seen.

5) My mother (MY MOTHER) has purchased a yoga book, Yoga For Wimps. She's tentatively considering trying it out. My father is being a jackass on the subject, loudly predicting that she'll never touch the book. I need to get him on the phone alone and kick his ass, I think, because Mom does enough of doubting herself, so having Dad do it, too, is twice as much doubt and too much for one person to handle. I must also get Mom on the phone alone and talk her around Dad's assitude, and be gentle and supportive.

The hilarious thing here is that our downstairs neighbor got rid of a yoga mat right after we bought a second one, so now we have three. I'm sending one to my mom. I have this amusing vision of the whole family doing competing yoga routines at Christmas-- my sister and her boyfriend doing one kind, me and my Hub doing another, and my mom doing a third. I will have to impress upon Dad that in the event that happens, he'll have to learn this stuff, too; not only does he not like being left out, but he's got a bad back and yoga would help.


So. Welcome to October, eh?