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I don't know how it's even possible that I've avoided getting the flu during the last two weeks. I've had Buster (with his oh so advanced Japanese immune system) feverishly coughing on me for days and lord knows but the rest of you were probably (accidentally, I know) breathing your germs in my general direction as well.
I also haven't been really all that steady in my practice of moderation. It's been especially difficult since I learned that March is Washington Wine Appreciation month AND I've discovered that Hedges Wine, Three Vineyards, 2005 is delicious and does NOT make my nose itch like almost every other red wine out there (expensive or otherwise). I'll drink to that, and it's not even March yet.
It does make me seem somewhat moderate that I'm not really into all those vodka cocktails any longer. Brandy is fun after dinner, and whiskey is fine here and there, but generally speaking hard liquor isn't fascinating to me just now. Still, is 2 glasses of wine a night moderate? Even if it makes me feel drunk? Maybe? But I was aiming for 1 glass or less and have this itch in my head that tells me that even those 2 glasses a night wears down my immune system.
So, really, how have I not gotten the flu when everyone else has? Is it because I'm practicing yoga and getting acupuncture like crazy? Will I get it now that I've gotten a little uppity and written this entry? Just in time for my new job or our time in Oregon this weekend? Yikes. Best not.
My arm balances in class are getting better and better, which is exciting to me because it means that my core strength is finally starting to represent. I feel like I have core problems due to a foot injury. It's all connected, man. I work so hard to try and counter this injury and get upset with myself in class sometimes (yesterday) because it really holds me back. I'd be so much further along in my practice if everything were working properly. I don't mean to whine, but I'm super mad at my injury for keeping me from my true calling to be a crazy person who can bend herself in knots, balance on one arm, and do the Lindy Hop. Simultaneously. I'm wicked jealous of professional contortionists, dancers, and areal acrobats. If I ever have a kid I'm going to become a mom who rides their butt to excel in crazy gymnastics classes. In the mean time, I'm over here simply trying to balance on one leg. Geez.
I also haven't been really all that steady in my practice of moderation. It's been especially difficult since I learned that March is Washington Wine Appreciation month AND I've discovered that Hedges Wine, Three Vineyards, 2005 is delicious and does NOT make my nose itch like almost every other red wine out there (expensive or otherwise). I'll drink to that, and it's not even March yet.
It does make me seem somewhat moderate that I'm not really into all those vodka cocktails any longer. Brandy is fun after dinner, and whiskey is fine here and there, but generally speaking hard liquor isn't fascinating to me just now. Still, is 2 glasses of wine a night moderate? Even if it makes me feel drunk? Maybe? But I was aiming for 1 glass or less and have this itch in my head that tells me that even those 2 glasses a night wears down my immune system.
So, really, how have I not gotten the flu when everyone else has? Is it because I'm practicing yoga and getting acupuncture like crazy? Will I get it now that I've gotten a little uppity and written this entry? Just in time for my new job or our time in Oregon this weekend? Yikes. Best not.
My arm balances in class are getting better and better, which is exciting to me because it means that my core strength is finally starting to represent. I feel like I have core problems due to a foot injury. It's all connected, man. I work so hard to try and counter this injury and get upset with myself in class sometimes (yesterday) because it really holds me back. I'd be so much further along in my practice if everything were working properly. I don't mean to whine, but I'm super mad at my injury for keeping me from my true calling to be a crazy person who can bend herself in knots, balance on one arm, and do the Lindy Hop. Simultaneously. I'm wicked jealous of professional contortionists, dancers, and areal acrobats. If I ever have a kid I'm going to become a mom who rides their butt to excel in crazy gymnastics classes. In the mean time, I'm over here simply trying to balance on one leg. Geez.
