So apparently I think I can go nearly a week without posting on my blog.  Who do I think I am? I’m a survivor.  A HURRICANE survivor.  It was so bad here in the city, that when I woke up on Sunday morning, there were a few puddles on the streets.  And get this, there were even a few twigs on the ground!  I’m such a warrior.

But in all seriousness, there were many areas that were badly hit.  I hope that everyone is safe, and has successfully drained their basements of water.

Now, onto some food.  I think I subconsciously did not take pictures of my food this weekend because it was very obviously, not so green.  So… never mind.  Well, okay fine, I’ll show you the few pictures I did take.  Twist my arm.

This was the first picture of the weekend…(mimosa)

…and this was the last.  Happy now? This is what I did all weekend.  I ate some baguettes, bruschetta, and Cheez-Its.  My roommates and I definitely took advantage of “having” to stay in all weekend… Oh darn, the gym is closed?  Not safe to run in the park?  Pass me a Blue Moon?

I was back at work on Monday morning, and not happy about it.  After a pretty frustrating day, I came home and face-planted in my bed (shoes on) while debating going to Bikram.  Having a successful Bikram class is always a gamble. I have found that some days I relish in the challenge of balancing on one leg with my arms bound around my back and sweat dripping in my eyes.  Other days… not so much.  On those days, I am angry.  I am frustrated.   I wonder why I decided to come, and think things like whose idea was to heat this room up to 110 degrees? Why is he not cracking that window? Why does he keep singling me out to lift higher!? That instructor is the devil.  This class is never going to end and my face is on fire.  I feel like I’m dying (oh wait, that’s every class).

Luckily, that was not the case last night.  I was a little nervous at first because I had the same instructor last week and he made sure to push everyone to their limits.  In other words, he was a real bully. Just a week earlier, I hated this man.  I remember thinking that this is not what yoga is supposed to be about.  He sucked all the enjoyment out of it for me.

But last night, I found myself smiling DURING class (I’m losing it).  I really have no idea why, but it felt so good to be pushed to my limits.  Sure, it hurt.  It was a little more than uncomfortable.  I found that if you acknowledge the pain, and stop trying to avoid it, it’s really not as bad as you think.  I had a lot of patience with myself last night, and I sweat all of the hurricane beers frustration of my day out.  It. Was. Awesome.

After Bikram, I was starving.  Always.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll sign back in and show you some of my post-Bikram eats as of late. And no, it’s not always brownies (although wouldn’t that be nice?).  It may look a little something like this:

Good night, yogis!