Yoga, Yoga, Yoga

By far, the hardest of the P90X DVDs is the yoga....I'm a tad embarrassed to admit this, being a dancer. Granted, it's 90 minutes....I've taught 3 jazz classes in a row.....I've been up since 5:30 with Macy....I shouldn't feel bad that it is hard.

I did an intense 3-week program of yoga one summer while doing my dance major at BYU with a principal dancer for Boston Ballet. 2 hours every morning....we are talking headstands, handstands, the whole bit. Then we'd dance the rest of the day. Ouch! but I have NEVER been so strong, so flexible, and my dancing was the best it ever was. It's such a wonderful workout, but FREAK! So hard.

I'm really impressed with Bill. He's not a flexible man (body, not personality), but he is SO diligent in trying it all.

I kind of dread Thursdays, now that I know it's "yoga day". It will get better. I've lost a few pounds, so I'm encouraged.

Plastic surgery is looking like a great way to go..........

90 days of sweat.....

Well, I've had it! My post-baby body is officially driving me nuts. The goo is stuck to me like glue and getting to the gym with my work schedule and Bill's schedule is impossible, let alone getting there for a class. So....we put a hold on the gym membership and are committed to a new program. P90x...oh boy. We are three days into it, and so far so good. I'm sore, but it's a good kind of sore. We've been trying to follow the diet plan. Bill is stellar at it, but with me still being a nursing mama, it's tricky. I am cutting way down on the sweets, which really sucks. I'm 3 days without a Diet Coke, so I'm grumpy, but sacrifices have to be made.

We even went so far as to take the "before" or "good-bye" photos. I will never post those....EVER! I look so bad! So...wish us luck and I will keep you posted!

Lessons I need to remember....

This last week was 8 years since my dear friend Tami passed away. We met in 9th grade when we were cheerleaders at rival schools and became instant friends. After our sophomore year in high school, we both tried out and made the drill team. We had a ball. She had one of those crazy fun personalities that drew people to her. You couldn't help but love her. We spent great times together like spring breaks in St. George, drill team and concert choir trips to L.A. and Florida, dated best friends for awhile, became the team choreographers during our Senior year. I could post about a billion pics, but am too tired to pull them all out tonight.

A couple months after we graduated Skyline, she was involved in a rollover that left her a quadriplegic. It was devastating to all of us. But through it all, she was as positive as it came. I worked for her for 2 summers when I was in college, basically assisting her in all things and getting her to therapy. In those 2 summers, she only broke down crying about her situation twice. I would have been a basket case.

I watched her make a lot of hard choices in her life, both before and after the accident. She did end up getting married and had a little girl. In 2002, she died in a heartbreaking way that I don't like to talk about. But I remember her often. I ended up moving into her neighborhood 3 years before she died, and I do not believe that was by chance. I had a lot to learn from her.

(me and her in Florida in 1992)

I have been a wee bit stressed in my life since Macy came. I am so glad for my beautiful daughter, but 4 kids has done me in. Add a business to run, a husband in the bishopric, and a child with an ASD, I feel depressed and sick on a daily basis. (sorry...I'm unloading a bit tonight...really, I'm fine). Tami has been on my mind a lot this week, and I'm so glad I had her example in my life. She was so positive with her life. She had more to deal with physically, spiritually, and domestically than I can even imagine. I saw her in situations that were unreal, but she dealt with the world and her trials in an inspiring way that I need to emulate.

So, eight years later, I'm still missing her, but definitely trying to be more like her. Friends like her were few and far between!