Yoged

Last night I started yoga again. Not a huge load, just a few reps of the first part of the sun salutation sequence, but done reasonably briskly. Shoulders are aching now - I had such fun doing it though that I had another crack at it this morning, and a quick 30 crunches, and then when I went to breakfast I used the stairs down from the 7th floor, and then decided, fuck it, I'd go back up the stairs after breakfast. So here I am in the office, all sweaty (hey, it's hot as hell in here anyway - I have to bow to our 1930's robot villain overlords to get any kind of cool, receiving a blessing of cold air from its wavy tentacle arms), but happy as larry. I have 2 apples for lunch & a bottle & a half of M&S fizzy water, and tonight I'm going to have a nice pasty. Total calories, just over 1000 for the day (I had 2 pains au chocolat & 2 croissants for breakfast), & tonight, Jeremy, I'm gonna be doing the same again. Gonna see if I can do the full sun salutation sequence. I used to do a LOT of yoga but stopped due to depression. Bad idea. Exercise is *GOOD* for depression, but then you don't tend to look after yourself when you feel like death wouldn't be a bad idea. Sign of recovery.

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