Tonight was the last night of Sunday night yoga for the summer, which was sad. I usually feel a lot of exercise guilt if I don’t do my five days of 45 minutes of cardio, but yoga has really been giving me an attitude makeover this summer. I look forward to it, which is kind of strange, since I’m really not that good at it, and I usually only look forward to things I’m good at, like beating Matt at Trivial Pursuit. Every. Single. Time.
But that’s beside the point. I can’t go to noon yoga anymore because it’s way too hot to do vinyasas in a room with a dinky little window unit and then go back to work and pretend like I don’t smell bad. There are two night classes this week, and I’ll try to make them, but I need some DVDs or something, I think. So, I’m looking for any and all recommendations. Please, help me. You’re my only hope(s).
Now for the food. It was insanely hot again today, and I had a really hard time eating. Especially after I went to the grocery store in 100 degree weather and had to witness the carnage that is a 10/$10 sale of little organic raspberry cartons (I managed to salvage three for myself).
I made dinner before yoga, because it was a carrot-apple-peanut soup that needed to chill. I think it’s my first chilled soup? I’m pretty sure. I was really nervous about it, but that turned out to be ridiculous because it had four of my favorite foods: apples, carrots, potatoes, and peanut butter.
The recipe suggested garnishing with crushed peanuts, which sounded like a fine idea to me. This was a pretty small serving for soup, maybe 2/3 of a cup (seriously, it’s the heat. I passed a bank sign that said 108 on the way home from yoga). To balance things out, I had some Kashi crackers and a plum. My first plum ever. It was good.
And now my arthritis is flaring up so I need to go. Hopefully I’ll get my appetite back in time to eat some ice cream or something.