It’s been a while, I know. I am in a bit of a funk. Hiked and rock climbed my ass off in Arizona, did a couple of Mysore practices there too, with the gracious Donutszenmom, who even drove me to her studio, since I was playing the role of petulant teenager to my parents all week and didn’t have my own car. It was kind of like my parents had three kids – me and my kids.
Came home, struggled mightily with laziness and ennui. Did a Hot Yoga class on Monday that I loved theoretically – loved the heat, loved the freedom to do whatever the fuck I wanted, loved being the advanced chick in the class. But I hate all the talk. HATE IT. HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT. Necessary evil, I suppose.
Mainly, I’ve been struggling with feeling like crap. Ever since I went to the hospital and got that God-forsaken Zometa infusion, I have been under it. I feel woozy. Caffeine helps, but then, I become dependent on it. The light in Arizona helped. But now I am back to New England In New York. Who knew it would be Boston weather in Bedford? It’s all dreary all the time.
ANYWAY, being all grumpy and out of sorts, I haven’t wanted to write much. Even when I have a good practice. It just doesn’t seem all that joyful when it’s just rolling that rock up the hill only to have it roll back down again. Day in day out. Boredom.
So to entertain myself, I get mad.
And the latest thing that made me mad was Gwyneth Paltrow’s retarded email newsletter, GOOP, which speaks of her love of fasting and eating castor oil after binging on holiday food. Sounds almost like….another way to say “I have an eating disorder that I can be proud of”.
Go ahead, read it. See if it rings true.