Willow ,'Empty Places'
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Nicole....Nicole....you didn't let me take many pictures of YOU, now did you? Most of what I have from Denver is softball.
And what was the first thing I icon-ized? Now quit the fussing.
I used to yoga at my highest weight. I found a beginners class and it worked great. I would love to have to time to go back.
Nora, are you going to a yoga class, or using a tape? Because in a class, the instructor should be able to help *anyone* modify the poses -- there are lots of people of all sizes who aren't flexible (my twig of a mom still can't touch her toes, after 4 years of yoga), or have a back injury (back problems are often why people try yoga for the first time), or have other medical issues that prohibit certain poses.
So there's no such thing (so I hear) as "too fat" to do yoga.
I CAN FUSS IF I WANT TO! I HAVE 1ST DAY CRAMPS!
you didn't let me take many pictures of YOU, now did you?
Well, yes. There is that.
Is there such a thing as too big boobed to do yoga? I guess I just feel like the girls get in the way.
lisah, are you around? Are you feeling better yet?
I have first day cramps too, Nicole, my sister in owiness!
Is there such a thing as too big boobed to do yoga? I guess I just feel like the girls get in the way.
lisah, are you around? Are you feeling better yet?
This is an awesome juxtaposition! Because I am big boobed AND I yoga. My main issue with the boobs and yoga-ing is doing the plow pose.
I am flexible enough to do it just fine but I feel like I'm going to smother in my own chest.
As to feeling better. eh. My energy level is fairly normal (as normal as can be in this neverending heat) but I have a most terrible cough. that makes it hard to sleep. So then I'm extra tired and coughing up a lung. I sort of believe I'll be better someday but not really. And I'm worried because my band has a show on Thursday and I'm going to sound like shit.
My Jim's Big Ego CD arrived! Yay!
It is cracked, like, super mega cracked! Weep!
It seems to be recording onto iTunes anyway! Yay?
(Why yes, this is the third CD whose purchase is wholly and solely due to fanvids. Why do you ask?)
The site said "Seattle Center" which was what I was trying to remember, but then the address is Key Arena.
Mystery solved!
My condolences, Robin. And I'd rather be your sister in brilliance or beauty but I'll take what I can get, I suppose. Sounds like my kind of luck. Hee!
I feel like I'm going to smother in my own chest.
This! I've been doing these strength-building exercises and one of the moves with the bouncey ball... well, I've almost suffocated in my own cleavage.
Buckets of health ~ma to you, lisah!! I hope you feel tons better by Thursday. Sooner if possible.
I am flexible enough to do it just fine but I feel like I'm going to smother in my own chest.
It's comforting to know that I'm not the only one possessing a killer bosom.