Savasana is still my speed

I finished up my second six-week beginners yoga class with what I considered the penultimate goal of beginning yoga: shirshasana or the headstand. It was quite a surprise to me, as even as late as last week, I wasn't able to haul my fat ass up and vertically stack it over my arms and head. But last night? Bloop and I found my balance and my big fat ass was up. It felt amazing and I even came home and did it again just to show Jeff. So, like, yay me!

This head-standing feat was even more amazing since I've been battling some neck strain this last month that has kept me out of the gym for the most part. I finally decided after some research that I needed to be rolfed and so, last week, I had my first rolfing and had a second one today. I sort of love it. It was painful to almost the point of needed to scoot away from my rofling guy (as if he would have let me), and he had to remind me to breathe through it, but I did and damn, do I feel good. Neck strain is much better (Hey! I can stand on my head.) and just having someone work into the muscles with their elbows was like the most perfect massage. I'm going to finish up with a third session next week and then I'll be done but would definitely recommend it to anyone who likes to man-handled during a massage.

And now a word about my big, fat ass that I was able to haul up and stack over my head. When I first laid out my weight-loss strategy way back in the day, I said that even though my goal was 170, I'd stop at 180 to see where I was. I reached 182 today which is pretty close for me to reassess. Am I Big Gay Cruise ready? Not quite. Even though the changes are even obvious to me, I'm still a little soft around the middle and can stand to get down to 170, I think. All along, it's been better eating behaviors (not dieting!) and exercise with a slow, slow start but then in the last eight weeks the weight has started to really melt off. I'm out of my size 36 jeans and am now swimming in my 34's, but holding off just a bit before I rush out to get my 32's. It's a pretty fantastic feeling, I have to say. To have put some work and effort over the course of time, something I'm not accustomed to doing, and to get some results kinda rocks my world. And Jeff, who is working even harder than I am, has lost an amazing amount of weight. His dedication to making his reality come true before he's 40 has been nothing short of inspiring and has been the fuel behind me getting up every morning to make sure I'm hitting the gym and making the right food choices. Maybe pictures at 170.