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How the Summer is Shaping Up

As anyone who has the misfortune of following me on Instagram is accutely aware, I am participating in Fitnessista's Summer Shape-up fun time extravaganza. I've been reading Gina's Fitnessista blog for YEARS. It's the only "fitblog" that I read consistently. Thumbs up for Gina. 

Right. So: Summer Shape-up. I'm going to do this thing. I've been carrying around too much extra weight for too long, but more than that I am ready to FINALLY--now that I'm 35, and it's high time--make exercise something I do. Like, for real. Regularly. And not just something I do, but something I enjoy, because I do like it...later. I mean, I'm dreading tomorrow's circuit training with the intensity of 400 fires, but I know that I'll feel all tingly in my body and happy in the brains afterward. And that I'll have an extra swish in my step when I walk home because that happens when I work out. I feel jaunty and shit.

Dinner
I started back into exercising regularly with the boyfriend with whom I split up (*sniff*), but it was mostly long city hikes and quick jogs and yoga. All of which was perfect precursor to this, which is--at least for me--pretty strenuous shit. (There was a move called the banana that she prescribes in which you V up in a crunch and then roll over onto your stomach and lift your arms and legs and then roll back over onto your back and then repeat this 20 times. Hahahaha, yeah, no. I tried one, and my limbs were so splayed that I feared I would kick the poor woman planking next to me. Or end up in the ER. Or both.)

Shapeup
The Summer Shape-up fun time extravaganza is not about losing weight,  but I am charting what I eat and trying to stay under a low but totally doable number of calories. This is where my real test of discipline lies. So far, so good, but it's only Day 2. And this is a 4 week affair. If I can abstain from a burrito for a month I want some kind of prize. A write-up in the Chronicle. And then a burrito.

So, yeah. Summer Shape-up. That's what's up.


Bow Down, Brain

I started taking Bikram yoga classes.

It may not make you lose weight, or detoxify your body, or give you great skin, or tone your legs, or reduce cellulite, or make you sleep better, though I have heard (and can imagine) it does all those things.

No matter.

Because after the 90 minutes of sweating and stretching and bending and balancing it feels like a party in your brain. Seriously: best high ever.