For beginners?!

Yoga. Fitness. Excercise. At times these are like unknown words of a foreign language.

Today, however, I did roll out my mat and give it a go. I’d recently read somewhere, Elephantjournal I think it was, about ashtanga yoga not being so popular or something. Hard to stick to, maybe even a tad boring. So guess what!! I had to give it a go.

Ashtanga yoga. Hell, yeah!!!

Youtube is such an amazing place. I found an Ashtanga 30 min INTRO class and thought, in my folly, Easy-peasy.

Whilst doing the 5 Tibetan rites I had noticed that my body-proportions might not be the best suited for yoga. Really, sitting with my back straight and pressing shoulders down I am still missing about 5 mm before my palms touch the floor. Come to think of it, I might have noticed this before: when I cross my arms I sort of have to ease my forearms under my boobs. And NO, my boobs aren’t that saggy. I have previously thought it was just because others that didn’t have to do this were just stick-skinny.

According to this chart the elbow is idealy level to your bellybutton. Mine are a good 6 cm above. Hence the boob-lifting situation. The wrist is supposed to be even to the crotch. Nope, not mine. 4-5 cm above, there as well.

Down-dog, archer, cobra; all these I can manage fairly well. Taken into consideration morning stiffness….

So far, so good.

But then…..

Cobra, down-dog, (yepp, am keeping up) step or hopp to seated, (suktha?)(which means going from down-dog and jumping through your own arms landing seated with stretched legs. Whhhaaaaaaaat?????? Sitting down (dundasana?)

Float back to shwatari? You’re losing me, lady. Float?! Shwatari?! What the hell??

“Desha (?), cross your ankles and pick up anything that will come up”. Ummmm. not a damn thing is lifting, because of, you know, like I said before: too short arms.

I think, maybe to gather up the stragglers, it gets “easy” again, bridge and boat. Aaaaaand it’s time to stretch. Bend one leg up to the groin, other leg stretched out in front of you, breath in, breath out and streeeeetch towards your ankle or shin og whatever – use a towel to grab on to. Fair enough. But SHE is grasping her wrist under the sole of her foot AND doing the yoga-fingers-thing. Now THAT’S just showing off.

For a nice and easy position to end our introduction to Ashtanga yoga; Let’s do a headstand. Pfffffff……

What I am beginning to understand is that I might have misunderstood. Intro to Ashtanga might not be the same as Ashtanga for beginners. This intro has to be aimed at people that already are well yoga’ed, but are new to Ashtanga.

That must be it.

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I am. A magpie

And christmas is THE worst season of them all.

Lights.

Last years' Christmas tree

Last years’ Christmas tree

Sparkles

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Glitter

Would loooove one of these in my garden. Maybe several :-)

Shiny objects galore

It starts, bigtime, as soon as the shops start displaying their Christmas goods.

“Oooooooooh!!! Look at that!! Shiny! I want that!……… My precious!!!”

Sadly, it is not just a Christmas thing.

Going clothes shopping I look through all the clothes racks …….looking…..looking….OOOH! a sparkly top. A sequined dress.

Shoulder to toe gold sequins!!!! How cool is that??!!!

Honestly, in my day-to-day life I am more comfortable with earthy colours with maybe a splash of pink or purple or bright green. But it gets me.

Every. Single. Time.

I am drawn, helplessly, towards anything that sparkles.

#lights #fairy lights #lanterns #arbor #pathway #prettyLove this!!

And NOTHING is more romantic than a garden lit up by LOTS of fairylights.

2015 will be all about embracing and accepting, whole-heartedly, my magpie-ness.

Shamelessly.

 

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Tie Dying

I’ve never done any tie dying before. And just to be on the alternative side of things, I thought I’d do it au naturelle.

So,

Cabbage. T-shirt. Pot. Oh, and ph-neutral soap.

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Aaaaand the result is……

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That was just one of todays projects, and I must say, I’m feeling very pleased with myself.

Maybe something dyed in tumeric next time?

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Ghost of Christmas past

Or lover past, as in this case.

Once upon a time, many, many years ago, I met a man. It happened after a divorce and a year of living in solitude. We met via an adult website.  Our first meeting was a hit, and we met on a regular basis from then on. Both were in agreement on the purpose of our meetings.

A year or so into the “relationship”, woe oh woe, I had to let him know that things had changed for me. “Oh. This is not what I had in mind at all”, was his response. But still, he kept me dangling. Hoping. Hoping. That maybe he would change his mind. His sole intention, as per our aforementioned agreement, was to keep busy during the week-ends.

The folly.

After years, yesToon-NotPiningHim-web….years, of torment, pain, agony, disappointment, tears, depression, utter heartache trying to forget this man, I thought I might finally have gotten him out of my system – so to speak.

It needed an act of “stalking”, but I thought that I finally, finally had done it. That I could think of him as fun times had, an experience, a lessonstalking learned.

At this point it is just under 2 and a half years since I had last heard from him.

One dark and rainy Sunday evening, whilst sitting in my living room watching tv, I hear my bottle-opener-tone of a text message from my phone.

“Hi, do you remember this number?” “Still alive?”

And that’s IT.

No follow-up answer to any of my questions.

Nothing.

So…why? Why this tap on my shoulder from the past?

Because yes, he still had the same gut-wrenching effect on me as before. My heart raced, my brain went in to overdrive with wondering, “Why? Why now? What for?”

So. Here I am, 2 weeks later. Still nothing. And again I wonder.

Why?

 

 

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Those dark days

You know those days where nothing seems worth the effort?

What is the point of getting up in the morning?

What is the point of hoping to find love?

What is the point of eating healthy?

Why not just continue eating chocolate and drinking soft drinks?

Why bother about how the house looks?

Why bother striving for a healthy body and working out?

 

I know. It won’t take too long before I bounce back up there, but sometimes….

And mine aren’t really all that dark; compared to some mine are just kind of ….. murky. Not even depressed, just feeling oh, so sorry for myself.

Jeez, girl, get a grip.

Here’s to bouncing back and strapping on that mask.

 

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Depresjon

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Yoga Challenge

After a summer of not really being able to move around a lot, because of an inflammation to my plantar fascia, it is now time to get back in the groove of things.

Surf youtube, I did.

I follow a few yogis on Instagram and Facebook, but none that really got me hooked. Until I stumbled upon Erin Motz. The Bad Yogi.

She is very relaxed about the whole thing, explains the poses, and most importantly for a beginner, doesn’t hold them too long ;-)

And as the eager beaver that I am I have signed up for The Official 2014 Yoga Challenge and I also follow the 30 day yoga challenge on youtube.

But oh, these people make it seem so easy. Take the double pigeon pose, for instance. Good grief…. But what can you do, other than laugh and hope things get better. One positive that I have noticed just over the past few days: my downward facing dog is getting better. Yey…

Sign up for the challenge here:

http://erinmotz.com/challenge/10575187_683197335107781_2384279899615663155_o

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Oh, such classics

Was out driving home from visiting my daughter and grandson and this came on the radio.

WOW!!!

It really got me belting out in chorus, in the car. All on my own. Singing my lungs out.

Haven’t heard it in AGES!

Will I be putting my Queen cd on anytime soon?

Most definitely.

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