I’be been on this self-care roller coaster for the summer. I know, I should probably be caring about myself all of the time , but it’s been a rough year. There are some days that feeding myself and staying hydrated is all of the care I can handle. I am still valiantly hanging on to the weight loss regimen that at the very least is keeping me from getting fatter, but I know I need to work on the fat that is between my ears. (Maybe I should get a Q-tip?).
I do a lot of negative self-talk, which I’m certain came from that window of time in that late 80’s when I wanted to be an actress. That dream came to a screeching halt when I decided I wanted to eat regular meals and enjoy my life at the same time.
If you have ever compared yourself to someone else as far as looks go, you’ve heard the self-talk, or if you are in the professional acting world, you’ve had the negative self-talk introduced to you.
So on my journey of self-care, I decided that the best way to ignore my self-talk by exhausting it various exercise classes. To that end, I got myself a free ClassPass. This is a virtual punch card with a set number of credits. These credits are exchanged for various classes.
The first class I took was a sunset yoga class in a place that was really hard to get to and the parking was non-existent. I parked in a spot that said “Princess Parking Only.” I figured they couldn’t prove I’m not a princess, and at the end of the day, in the blazing heat, I just dared them to try. The folk inside were very nice and friendly as most yoga folk are. I have my own mat. When I unrolled it, I realized that it had been so long so I had actually used the mat, that there was a small line of spider eggs gracefully festooning the edge. I quickly scooped them up and gave them a quick burial at sea. Reliqua pax araneae. The class itself was pretty uneventful but it was not the gently stretchy, wind down the day kind of yoga. It was more of a take your leg and pull it over your head so you are nice and limber for the pub crawl you might be taking later. (That may have just been the guy next to me.)
The next class I took was barre class. Now, my Amanda Friend regularly goes to barre class and loves it, so I thought I would be ok. I took the lunchtime express class, because I figured that it would be over quickly. The staff was very kind and welcoming. They even offered me a pair of loaner socks. I didn’t think my regular socks were up to lessons. They get embarrassed in the laundry room.
I put on my borrowed socks and the minute I got into the first exercise, one of the socks sproinged right off of my foot and onto the empty mat next to me. Still and all everything went ok. I did cut my eye on my contact lens but there was at least one other person who was as flustered by the routine as I was. I did not put my eye out with the resistance band.
To be continued.
I promise I will still schlub you tomorrow.