Day 27 Must. Have. DOUGHNUTS.
Today’s afternoon class was a breeze, despite Ken and Barbie in the back row. More about them tomorrow.
But after class, I overheard Juliette, the instructor, talking to one of the newcomers who was asking about weight loss. “Most people actually gain weight when they first start Bikram yoga,” explained Juliette. She happened to say it during a lull in the general ruckus of water gulping and shoe gathering, and as one, every pudgy female eye turned toward her in silence. “Muscle weighs more than fat,” Juliette added quickly, “so you’ll still look smaller.” The quiet lengthened and grew more dense, like the air before a tornado. “But you will lose weight eventually,” she continued, rather desperately, “as you continue your practice.”
So I guess I almost had it right the other day. Except I should have said Yoga: Guaranteed Weight Gain.
All I know is I’m damn hungry these days. I spent my final savasana planning my route to the bank for cash to pay for Tim Horton’s. And we’re having pizza for supper.
Day 26 Results are in…
… and what do you know. Recovery time matters. 17.75 hours between classes is not long enough. I wimped out on several postures today, damaging my dignity slightly in front of a delectable new instructor.
I felt better though, after he ever-so-gently adjusted me into a better Spine Twisting Posture.
Such a nice boy.
For the record, those people who do two classes in one day, to make up for missing a day, so they don’t mess up their challenge? They must be nuts.
Day 24 What a Difference a Day Makes
Tra-la. Today I had energy to burn. Cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed, washed floors, tried out a delicious new recipe for supper, the sort of good house-wifey things I’d normally rather stab myself in the eye than do.
Maybe it’s because I did the afternoon class, instead of the morning class. Let’s do the math: between the 3:30pm class on Monday and the 9:15am class on Tuesday is 17.75 hours. Between 9:15am on Tuesday and 3:30pm Wednesday (today) is 30.25 hours. Three classes in three days, but that middle one was a killer. Deadly. Spend-the-day-in-bed-ly.
Now, as anyone will tell you, math is not my strong suit. But I think I’m on to something here. I’ll try the 9:15 tomorrow and let you know. Stay tuned!