In my quest to find a relaxing, slightly challenging yoga class that might provide me with some semblance of physical activity yet also quell my racing thoughts of intense doom and despair, I am off you Yoga Journey #2 today at a different studio than Granny Panties Yoga of a couple of weeks ago.
Tonight I am headed to Rising Lotus Yoga. The image of the flexible yoga chick pretzling the shit out of her leg on the home page is enough to scare me into believing that the yoga here might be pretty good. Or, I could collapse. Either way, I’ll go for it. I’m doing their Candlelit Flow class tonight.
Anything that uses the word “flow” in the title of their class sounds pleasing. Perhaps the class name itself will harken my uterus back to the good ole days when it would bleed semi-regularly.
According to my made up soy cycle attempt, I’m on CD21 right now. I feel absolutely no where near getting my period, and I haven’t been tracking ovulation at all, so my guess is, the soy didn’t work, and I’ll have to attempt again in another couple of weeks or so.
Fuck you, SCFFF.
Oh, Molly….how I envy you.