Dry July – bye bye booze for a month

On a whim, I signed up for a month of no alcohol and joined Dry July, an Australian outfit that seeks to improve the lives of adults living with cancer. This they do by getting people like me to step up and declare that they will not touch an alcoholic beverage for the month of July, and then get people like you to crack open their wallets and schlep a few dollars (Australian or US) over my way, as you secretly mutter under your breath “well now she’s gone full crazy hasn’t she”.

While I like the idea of raising funds for adults living with cancer, I almost like the idea of stepping away from the sauce for a month even better. It’s a good opportunity for self-study and to continue with brahmacharya. So far, here on Friday July 6th, I haven’t missed it one little bit. However, I can assure you that if I hadn’t taken this pledge, my belly would be at least 3 drinks heavier. I would have had one when I went out for a belated anniversary dinner with the husband, I would have had a beer or two at the 4th of July fireworks, and I probably would have had one when we went out to see a movie the other day.  So that is at least 3 if not 4 glasses full of some vitamin B but mostly empty calories that I managed to abstain from, saving my ass from sagging even further.

I wish that I could report that as a result I was shedding the pounds like magic, but alas, not the case. Scale remains stubbornly stuck at numbers that I never in my life wanted to see. Pants are not sagging and t-shirts are having to work overtime to keep me covered. Having fully tested the theory that wishing away the pounds is not going to work, I’m going to continue into action. I imagine that training for the damn half marathon I signed up will do something, but in my heart I know that until I change some shitty eating habits, I won’t be leaning up any time soon.

So, please raise your glasses to my Dry July, wish me well, donate if you wish and send some loving thoughts to the 2 bottles of Magic Hat #9 stranded in my refrigerator for the next 3 weeks, wondering why nobody loves them.


Sitting still feels so good

Back home, for a bit. Phew. I had a great trip to South Carolina, experienced Southern Hospitality at its finest and was able to catch up with some old buddies at Carolinafest. You know that you are road weary when Florida in the summertime sounds like a great place to be.

But, in a way it is. Especially now that all my friends are getting kayak’d up and I have high hopes they might invite me with on their excursions. That’s one way to make the summer go by nicely, plenty of cool water to dip your toes in around here. Or the beach, always nice to get some sand between your toes. Why is it always about the toes? Even yoga has a light obsession with toes.

Other than that, it’s yoga teacher training on my mind. We have a full weekend coming up, with plenty of anatomy and physical asana studies, but I’m also really starting to enjoy exploring the philosophy. The western translations differ WILDLY, so the more I read, the more I start to get my own fledgling understanding, but more reading and pondering is certainly in order.

On on, with the summer of 2012.  Let’s make it a fun one.