I have just started a new phase in my (non) fitness existence. I have begun taking yoga classes. Since I moved to HK in 2005 I have not exercised. Seriously. That is amazingly crappy. I mean, it is nice to not lose time in my day doing unpleasant things like go to the gym surrounded by people that bring out my inner-Joan Rivers, but it was getting ridiculous and I am getting old and the combination is not going to be very attractive if it continues.
First of all, yoga is deceptively hard. And secondly, my body no longer seems to do a lot of the things I KNOW it used to be able to do. For these reasons alone, I am pleased with the decision to do this thing. But also, yoga is a mental exercise for me as well, all this breathing and focus… it is supposed to ground me and clear my mental channels and such, calm me. THIS has got to be a good thing.
The older I get the more I am noticing my OCD tendencies, or rather, control-freakery that I am choosing to call OCD because it sounds better than just being a crazy bitch. I hear yoga will help with this.
Here is a list of things that are really pissing me off these days:
- Leaving the shower curtain open
- The counter in my kitchen and/or bathroom being a swamp
- My carefully organized piles being shifted
- The toilet seat is up
- Sweaters on hangers creating a shoulder-stretch situation
- Going to the refrigerator and finding that something I want to eat is gone
- Shoes in the house
- Unfinished “projects”
- Wet towels
- Shit-talking Lamma people
- Leaving a gap in the curtains when they are closed
- Uninformed ranting
- Posturing and pretending
- Progress reports for my students which no one reads and take for ever to complete
- My electric bill
As you can see, this is a pretty petty list. Still, at the thought of these things I can actually feel the ire welling inside.
So, I am going to yoga this morning.
Update on anger management to follow.