Day 5/6 I'm doing hot, hot yoga (in the tune of Ice Ice, baby)

Sunday evening I had a bit of wine while visiting the in laws (trust me, it was necessary) and 2 margaritas at a bon voyage party for a friend (these were unnecessary but delish). 

Ummm, yeah....

On Monday, I took Dec and his buddies to Toppers and I had some pizza.  MOSTLY salad but I did have some pizza.  NOT clean eating for sure.  I am still drinking shitloads of water and am working out. Back on track Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.  Let's see what Friday's weigh in brings. Not sure.
 

At first I was going to bitch and moan and be pissed at myself but then I thought...FUCK IT.  That takes a lot of energy.   I can just move on and make better choices.  It's OK.  Own it and move on.

In the spirit of being adventurous and trying new things in 2015, today I tried a yoga studio near me called Hot Yoga Haven. 90 minutes of hot (warm) yoga.  I may never FUCKING go back.  Here is why.
1.  There were only 3 people in the class.  I like loads of people and anonimity.
2.  I kept seeing my body in the mirror and was so distracted by my thighs, I was shocked.  I kept thinking, "NO, that's not my new body!"  (Ummmm, genius cuz it's not.  It's your old, chubby body).  It was hard to get my flow.
3.  About 10 minutes into class the poor yoga teacher had to ask me to turn off my heart rate monitor because it was beeping.  I was so concerned with my thighs, I didn't even HEAR it.

4.  And the LAST reason why I may not be able to show my face?!  During the calf/cow stretch, I sucked air into my vagina and I queefed.  LIKE BIG, LOUD, QUEEF in between song changes.  It was quiet, but my vajayjay was like, "Hey guuuuuuurrrrrlzzz, whaaaaz uuuuuuup?"

NOBODY reacted.  That's more embarrassing than outright laughing. Dude, I was DYING, I wanted to laugh......release the tension.  Nope. I just sat there...after queef.....wondering how much time was left in class. -_-

Similar to the link below....

Lady Queefs and or Farts in Yoga

Bahhahahhhahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Yikes

This should say, "I don't always do yoga.  But when I do, I queef."

So....yeah.  I'm going to go pay my bills, plan a weekly menu, and go to the market.  Hopefully the rest of my day will be queef free.

Daily odd compliment...

I'll even share my egg whites and asparagus!