I am trying to get in to Yoga. I really want to. When I go, I feel so good and calm afterwards. There are some Yoga classes that are just not a good workout. They would be good after a workout, a nice stretch, calm breathing ... could be good. Last week I went to an amazing Yoga class - I was seriously sore for days.
Today's yoga class was different. It was a lot of breathing, a lot of stretching, a lot of explaining (it was a beginner class, and I am totally a beginner, but sometimes the pace is just insulting). This is not the point. There was a man in the class that was breathing and groaning SO LOUD. I am pretty sure I now know what he sounds like in his most intimate moments. It was distracting. The instructor kept telling us to focus on our breathing, and all I could do was focus on his. Are people not aware of what they sound like? I looked around the room and I was not the only one to notice. It's not like there is any other noise in the room. I just don't know if I can ever truly get in to Yoga with people like that.
It's always the men too.
Maybe I should look into women only Yoga classes.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Being on Time
I would say that there is nothing more in this whole world that annoys me more than tardiness. Being late. I'm not always on time. I do find myself running late sometimes, but this is something I really try to avoid. I know things come up that cause us to run late ... but there are some people that are just notorious for it. What makes my time more or less valuable than someone else's? What would make me think that the other person doesn't mind that I am running late?
I sometimes wonder if it is a reflection of their commitment issues. If you can't definitively say that you will be some where by 6:30, if you can't make a plan to be on time and then stick to it, then what else will you shy away from committing from? Just food for thought.
I sometimes wonder if it is a reflection of their commitment issues. If you can't definitively say that you will be some where by 6:30, if you can't make a plan to be on time and then stick to it, then what else will you shy away from committing from? Just food for thought.
Friday, January 25, 2008
So much to say, so hard to write
On Wednesday I harassed my friends for not reading my blog. I had written five entries and was hoping that everyone was hooked. A little presumptuous of my, don't you think? So I harassed them, they told me they were reading, I said you better be .... and then I didn't update the blog for 3 days. So I really think that people are going to keep reading the same blogs over and over? Probably not.
I started the blog because I always have so much to say. I really do have some pretty good stories. My family alone provides hours of entertainment. But for some reason, when I sit down to write, I can't think of anything worth writing about.
I asked my friends for encouragement and suggestions. I received several ideas, like talking about the soap opera that is election season and celebrity gossip. I definitely plan on doing a lot more of that moving forward. There is just so much good material out there.
But since it is Friday afternoon and my brain is tired ... all I can do is leave you with a video. Pretty funny and clever if you ask me!
Happy Friday!!!
I started the blog because I always have so much to say. I really do have some pretty good stories. My family alone provides hours of entertainment. But for some reason, when I sit down to write, I can't think of anything worth writing about.
I asked my friends for encouragement and suggestions. I received several ideas, like talking about the soap opera that is election season and celebrity gossip. I definitely plan on doing a lot more of that moving forward. There is just so much good material out there.
But since it is Friday afternoon and my brain is tired ... all I can do is leave you with a video. Pretty funny and clever if you ask me!
Happy Friday!!!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Heath Ledger Passed Away Today
For those of you who don't already know, Heath Ledger died today. He was found in his apartment at 3:30pm. Let me tell you, when I first heard, I thought it was a joke. I couldn't believe it. It's not like I know him, or would have ever met him were he still alive ... but I still cannot comprehend his death.
I think it has more to do with the concept of an untimely death. He was 28 years old, really just at the beginning of his life. I just turned 27. I am only one year younger. Not to turn this in to a totally morbid post, but it really puts things in to perspective. Anything can happen. So why do we take time for granted? Why do we put vacations off until next year? Why do we wait to call friends or family until the weekend? Why do we get annoyed when our loved ones want to spend more time with us than we think is necessary? Life really truly is short. Most of us (definitely myself) really don't take the time to savor the moment, or appreciate the time that we do have.
My lesson today ... take time to smell the roses. Tell those who you love that you love them. Call your parents. Take that vacation you have been thinking about. Stop stressing about that last 5lbs and have that last piece of cake. Save a little less this month and treat yourself. Live in the moment. We spend all our time saving and preparing for the future, when we should invest more in the present. Call in sick to work and go get a massage. Sleep in. Don't waste your time fighting with those you love, you're going to get over it anyway. Make sure you are living the life you want, and not the one someone else wants for you.
I am taking the road to 3o I want to travel.
Thanks for your patience
Hello Road to 30 readers. I just wanted to take a moment to thank you for your patience as I get this thing up and running. I will be adding new content this evening and plan to make a better effort to update multiple times a week.
For now, I hope you are staying dry! More to come tonight!
For now, I hope you are staying dry! More to come tonight!
Monday, January 14, 2008
Riding the Bus
To all my loyal readers, of which I don't have many at this point, I am sorry for the lag time in between posts. I was in the city of sin, Las Vegas, for work all week. To sum it up I lost $200 (pretty standard for me these days) and got the stomach flu. I then passed the stomach flu on to my boyfriend. ouch! Not such a great trip.
I'm back at work now. Life as normal.
My birthday was yesterday ... I am officially 27. I haven't really celebrated yet. After throwing up from two ends for 24 hours, a big birthday hoopla was not really top of mind. Though, I will be celebrating this weekend with my friends and a little guitar hero. That's right, I turned 27 and got a video game. I couldn't be more excited! More birthday talk to come later as the real party hasn't even started.
What's top of mind for me today is riding the bus. In particular, riding the crowded commuter buses' in the morning on the way to work. Don't get me wrong, riding the bus is SOOOOOO much better than commuting to Mountain View every morning. However, my beef is really with the men that ride the bus. My conclusion, chivalry has died and was cremated many years ago. I have another opinion, there should be a sign at the front of the bus that reads, "These seats shall be vacated for the disabled, seniors, and women wearing heels."
So if you don't happen to ride the 30x, or a similar commuter bus in the morning, let me paint a picture for you. Imagine several well dressed, well groomed young adults, with a mix of the elderly and the kids going to school in the morning (the kids ride the bus for 4 stops ... whatever happened to walking!) CRAMMED on to a bus. All the seats are long gone by the time I get on, so I get shoved up against someone else in my heels, as I stand in front of a young man sitting comfortably in his slacks and his FLATS! I love my heels, but I can't wear them to work anymore because I can't ride the bus in them. If you have to stand, you become very aware of the bus drivers need to SLAM on the breaks every chance they get. They also take corners like they are driving a mazarati. You can really get thrown around the bus, which is awful because people are sooo very close to you and apparently it is YOUR fault when you go flying in to someone when the bus driver slams on their breaks. So I stand there, legs hip width apart, two hands on the bars, so I don't fly across the bus in my heals. Did I mention the young man sitting comfortably in his slacks and his flats?!
Which brings me to another point. How in the heck do people stand on the bus, and only hold the railing with one hand? I use two hands and would gladly wrap a leg around the pole if I could. I for the life of me cannot stand still with one hand on the pole. I see people reading the newspaper or a juicy novel while standing. Did they go to class for this?
I heard the funniest thing on the bus the other day. When I do get a seat, I like to sit and read. It's really the only time in the day that I get to do so. I am currently reading, "Eat, Pray, Love," which I LOVEEEE! I was reading this book the other day, while simultaneously eavesdropping (they weren't whispering) and heard a woman comment on how she had received the book I was reading for Christmas. Good for her. That's not the funny part. She then proceeded to comment on how she always sees people reading on the bus, which she finds totally weird and she thinks it is a totally trendy thing for people to do ... they can't possibly want to actually read the book. First of all, what else am I supposed to do for 30 minutes. Second of all, since when did reading become trendy? Ohhh look at me, I'm such a hipster .... I'm reading. She must be one of those people that goes totally against the grain, so instead of being literate, she sits on the bus and makes dumb comments all day. Way to live large.
I'm back at work now. Life as normal.
My birthday was yesterday ... I am officially 27. I haven't really celebrated yet. After throwing up from two ends for 24 hours, a big birthday hoopla was not really top of mind. Though, I will be celebrating this weekend with my friends and a little guitar hero. That's right, I turned 27 and got a video game. I couldn't be more excited! More birthday talk to come later as the real party hasn't even started.
What's top of mind for me today is riding the bus. In particular, riding the crowded commuter buses' in the morning on the way to work. Don't get me wrong, riding the bus is SOOOOOO much better than commuting to Mountain View every morning. However, my beef is really with the men that ride the bus. My conclusion, chivalry has died and was cremated many years ago. I have another opinion, there should be a sign at the front of the bus that reads, "These seats shall be vacated for the disabled, seniors, and women wearing heels."
So if you don't happen to ride the 30x, or a similar commuter bus in the morning, let me paint a picture for you. Imagine several well dressed, well groomed young adults, with a mix of the elderly and the kids going to school in the morning (the kids ride the bus for 4 stops ... whatever happened to walking!) CRAMMED on to a bus. All the seats are long gone by the time I get on, so I get shoved up against someone else in my heels, as I stand in front of a young man sitting comfortably in his slacks and his FLATS! I love my heels, but I can't wear them to work anymore because I can't ride the bus in them. If you have to stand, you become very aware of the bus drivers need to SLAM on the breaks every chance they get. They also take corners like they are driving a mazarati. You can really get thrown around the bus, which is awful because people are sooo very close to you and apparently it is YOUR fault when you go flying in to someone when the bus driver slams on their breaks. So I stand there, legs hip width apart, two hands on the bars, so I don't fly across the bus in my heals. Did I mention the young man sitting comfortably in his slacks and his flats?!
Which brings me to another point. How in the heck do people stand on the bus, and only hold the railing with one hand? I use two hands and would gladly wrap a leg around the pole if I could. I for the life of me cannot stand still with one hand on the pole. I see people reading the newspaper or a juicy novel while standing. Did they go to class for this?
I heard the funniest thing on the bus the other day. When I do get a seat, I like to sit and read. It's really the only time in the day that I get to do so. I am currently reading, "Eat, Pray, Love," which I LOVEEEE! I was reading this book the other day, while simultaneously eavesdropping (they weren't whispering) and heard a woman comment on how she had received the book I was reading for Christmas. Good for her. That's not the funny part. She then proceeded to comment on how she always sees people reading on the bus, which she finds totally weird and she thinks it is a totally trendy thing for people to do ... they can't possibly want to actually read the book. First of all, what else am I supposed to do for 30 minutes. Second of all, since when did reading become trendy? Ohhh look at me, I'm such a hipster .... I'm reading. She must be one of those people that goes totally against the grain, so instead of being literate, she sits on the bus and makes dumb comments all day. Way to live large.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
My Fight With Food
My entire life I have been able to eat whatever I wanted. It was great. I mean, I could never eat whatever I wanted like my little sister who enjoys inhaling bowls of pasta and then proceeds to tell you that she only weighs 123 pounds (she's 5'9), that she would DIE if she ever got to 130, and complains about how it's so annoying not to have hips. Right. But for the most part I could eat whatever I wanted. (though my sophomore year of college, I drank a few more beers than I should have and all those calories settled very nicely on my ass).
Well it seems that my metabolism has decided to call it quits. Everyone says that your metabolism slows at 25 ... clearly my metabolism decided to wait until I got a little closer to 30. But let me tell you, I have love handles and dimples in areas I have never had anything of the sort before. And it doesn't help to know that I have a Mother who is turning 50 this year, wears a size 2 (sometimes 0), and is is in better shape than everyone I know. No pressure. Sheesh! So my roommate and I decided to join the WW. Now we're counting points.
Day 1 (yesterday) was not so hard. I was very good about what I ate and even had a few points left over for a class of wine with my lean cuisine. (which I ate and drank in bed ... can you see now why I'm troubled about my aging problem?)
Day 2 (today) started off fine, until 11am. I walked in to my microkitchen at work which is normally stocked with wonderfully healthy food like almonds and air crisps. Today - Donuts. Of all days ... it takes 21 days to for a habit ... I'm not ready for this kind of temptation. Yet, I avoided. I could do this. I can't let my roommate lose the weight faster than me. Losing weight has become my competitive sport. I have to win! Furthermore, the deserts at lunch generally do not appeal to me ... weird looking cupcakes and brownies with walnuts just don't float my boat. Today - Cobbler (well, some sort of weird crisp looking thing that I am sure I would have enjoyed with some delicious vanilla ice cream).
Again, I resisted. But this losing weight thing is hard. I mean, when you do it the old fashion way you are really sacrificing. My best friend said it best when she said that the song and dance about the ease of counting points and creating a new way of life is kind of a lie. I mean, yes you can eat whatever you want ... but if I want that tiny piece of lasagna for 20 points, I can't eat for the rest of the day. Therefore I don't eat the lasagna, and I am not eating whatever I want!
Tomorrow will be a new day with new challenges. And tomorrow I will be one day closer to 30.
Well it seems that my metabolism has decided to call it quits. Everyone says that your metabolism slows at 25 ... clearly my metabolism decided to wait until I got a little closer to 30. But let me tell you, I have love handles and dimples in areas I have never had anything of the sort before. And it doesn't help to know that I have a Mother who is turning 50 this year, wears a size 2 (sometimes 0), and is is in better shape than everyone I know. No pressure. Sheesh! So my roommate and I decided to join the WW. Now we're counting points.
Day 1 (yesterday) was not so hard. I was very good about what I ate and even had a few points left over for a class of wine with my lean cuisine. (which I ate and drank in bed ... can you see now why I'm troubled about my aging problem?)
Day 2 (today) started off fine, until 11am. I walked in to my microkitchen at work which is normally stocked with wonderfully healthy food like almonds and air crisps. Today - Donuts. Of all days ... it takes 21 days to for a habit ... I'm not ready for this kind of temptation. Yet, I avoided. I could do this. I can't let my roommate lose the weight faster than me. Losing weight has become my competitive sport. I have to win! Furthermore, the deserts at lunch generally do not appeal to me ... weird looking cupcakes and brownies with walnuts just don't float my boat. Today - Cobbler (well, some sort of weird crisp looking thing that I am sure I would have enjoyed with some delicious vanilla ice cream).
Again, I resisted. But this losing weight thing is hard. I mean, when you do it the old fashion way you are really sacrificing. My best friend said it best when she said that the song and dance about the ease of counting points and creating a new way of life is kind of a lie. I mean, yes you can eat whatever you want ... but if I want that tiny piece of lasagna for 20 points, I can't eat for the rest of the day. Therefore I don't eat the lasagna, and I am not eating whatever I want!
Tomorrow will be a new day with new challenges. And tomorrow I will be one day closer to 30.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Turning 30
OK, so I'm not turning 30, I am turning 27 next week. I might as well be 30. I'm sure all of you over 30 are reading this thinking am out of my mind. But for all of you early 20-somethings ... you are shaking your head in agreement. I am closer to 30 than 20, 'nough said.
Do you remember being younger and envisioning what 27 would be like? (well maybe not exactly 27, you probably wondered what 21, 25 and 30 would be like... but let's just pretend for pretend sake). I envisioned a pretty house in the suburbs with a couple of kids (one boy and one girl) and a cute mercedes in the driveway. (OK, so my favorite game was playing house with my best friend.) What I did not envision was sitting in a cube and staring at a computer all day, renting an apartment that I can't really afford and driving a honda (albeit a very cute apartment and a very cute honda). How did I get here?
I have a great life, don't get me wrong. I love my friends, love my family, I have the cutest dog (pictured above), and according to my one of my best friends, my boyfriend is really hot with great hair. But as I approach 30 (27) there is something missing ... a void. What is it? I don't know. But I plan on finding out.
So today I start to write. I don't know what is going to come out, or how long this will last. Please tell me if you like what I have to say or if you are even reading. I know there are plenty of you out there who, like me, are approaching 30 and want to know what the heck to do about it.
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