I've been terribly productive today. I finally cleared out that cupboard for my boyfriend (he's been confined to one chest of drawers since we moved in together over a year ago, bad me!), and I got back in touch with a good friend I've not seen in years.
I won't bore with the details, but about 7 or 8 years ago was a bad time for me. A very good friend died under tragic and surprising circumstances, and shortly after that I fell out with most of my close group of friends due to the actions of one horrible and malicious girl.
I didn't feel like I had anyone to speak to, but there were a few good friends who stuck by me. They were good friends with everyone in the group, and despite constant pressure to end our friendship from these others, they stuck by their guns and basically let it be known that they were going to be friends with whomever they damn well pleased. Possibly with more swearing.
I haven't thought about this in ages, because I've got a totally different life now than I did then. I'm not into the hardcore partying like I used to be, and now I'm happy to concentrate on real life (my job, my boyfriend, uni) rather than getting blitzed every night of the week like I now some of that group still do.
Last night, I was procrastinating and looking up folk on Facebook...and came across one of these 3 amazing guys who basically got me through a tough couple of years. The bizarre thing was, before all that shit kicked off way back when, we only knew each other through that same group of people. He'd been to parties at my flat, and he was pretty good friends with my friend Kat who died - but we'd only ever spoken at parties. Then after everything kicked off, he started messaging me on MSN. Nothing major, just chatting, as we were always up early doors in the morning, before the rest of the world woke up. There was never anything in it, but he was a good mate who was always up for a good chat. We even started hanging out in person sometimes, and I just have a random memory of bringing him a boiled ham one day.
It's good to get in touch. I don't know why we lost touch - it was around the time I moved house I think. We just started talking like it hadn't been 5 years. Isn't it great when you have friends like that? It could be a couple hours or half a decade, but you never have problems finidning something to talk about. Even if it's something silly, in my case!
A couple weeks ago, I ran into another of the guys out walking with my boyfriend and our puppy. He was on his way home from work on one of the sunniest days of the year so far, and I just heard someone call my name. The last time I saw him, I'd stopped off at his new flat on my way home from work, bringing him homemade cookies that were gum-numbingly gingerbread. That was maybe three years ago. This is the guy who was the only person who understood - really understand - how I felt when Kat died. We'd had our differences before, but when it happened he was the only person I could properly speak to. On his next birthday, I took him out for drinks because I wasn't allowed to come to his flat (by decree of his flatmates); we had a fabulous time, and I sent him home to pass out from whiskey overload before dinner.
They've been very good to me, and I've missed them. My life has changed so much since that time when things were so shitty and didn't look like they would ever get better. They are still amazing people, and I'm happy to have them back in my life again.
Wow, that was sappy.
Saturday, 23 April 2011
Tuesday, 19 April 2011
Much walking today
Ooh my legs are achey, but it's a nice kind of sore! I am not a masochist or anything, let me just get that clear, but I've got that lovely feeling you get sometimes when you know you've done a decent amount of exercise. I get that feeling when I'm on holiday to Toronto, after my eighth yoga class of the week, or my third kettlebell session. Dripping with sweat, feeling slightly energised, but looking forward to a well deserved reeeelax.
I had a field trip to the Hermitage of Braid after lunch today, spending a lovely sunny afternoon identifying trees and walking through the woodland. Then my friend Sarah and I took a trip up Arthur's Seat, the hard way. At one point I was stuck between a rock and a gorse bush, testing out my rock climbing skills (rusty) with a rucksack full of schoolbooks on my back.
I missed the yoga class I'd intended on going to today, but I think I managed to fit in enough activity to tide me over. For now...
I had a field trip to the Hermitage of Braid after lunch today, spending a lovely sunny afternoon identifying trees and walking through the woodland. Then my friend Sarah and I took a trip up Arthur's Seat, the hard way. At one point I was stuck between a rock and a gorse bush, testing out my rock climbing skills (rusty) with a rucksack full of schoolbooks on my back.
I missed the yoga class I'd intended on going to today, but I think I managed to fit in enough activity to tide me over. For now...
Thursday, 14 April 2011
Sore head, poor bear
Ooh I've got a rager of a headache today. Two reports to write for tomorrow, no overhead lighting in the room where my computer currently sits, and possibly some sort of sodium overdose at lunch.
I don't feel like doing much today tbh. I walked to uni this morning, and back from the noodle bar afer lunch. Kept within my ProPoints allowance for the first time in weeks (embarassingly yes, WEEKS). Oh, and I have eaten more grapes the past couple days than should technically be allowed.
I don't feel like doing much today tbh. I walked to uni this morning, and back from the noodle bar afer lunch. Kept within my ProPoints allowance for the first time in weeks (embarassingly yes, WEEKS). Oh, and I have eaten more grapes the past couple days than should technically be allowed.
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
I *heart* yoga (but not at St Giles, apparently)
This started out as a place for me to air my weight loss woes, successes and milestones. I haven’t updated in awhile, but I’ve taken a good look at my habits over the past few months and one thing has jumped out at me. Screamed “look at me” and done the Mexican wave.
I’ve been really taken with my yoga practice lately; I’ve tried different styles over the past year, and I believe I am on some madcap search to find THE perfect yoga class. When I say perfect, I do mean perfect for me. I think perfection can come in all different shapes and sizes, and the ultimate in yoga practise for me may not be for someone else. But this is me, and I am going to put my selfish hat on and talk about what I like.
I’m not a newcomer to yoga; I’ve tried the odd class in the past, but never committed myself to a particular class or style before. I’d tried anything from a super-gentle hatha class to a very energetic, sweat-inducing Ashtanga led class. I think the only style I’ve yet to try is Bikram, but I don’t deal well with excessive heat so that may be one for the backburner. For now.
My basis for comparison is pretty high. On holiday to Toronto at the end of last summer, I was lucky enough to find an amazing yoga centre there. Octopus Garden Yoga. If you’re in Toronto I seriously recommend going there. This place is my ultimate ideal of what a yoga centre should be – unpretentious, chilled out, fabulous teachers, and a café downstairs that serves yummy muffins. Yes, they’re vegan (and no, I am not), but they smell amazing and taste as good. Let me tell you, this was the place I first fell in love with yoga.
My first teacher there was Morgan - this was back in the old location, which was much smaller and homey. The class was packed full, there was almost no space between each mat, and it was still as warm as the height of summer. Octopus Garden teaches a style of yoga called Vinyasa Flow, which I didn’t know much about. Morgan told me it was based on a kind of Ashtanga style. It shouldn’t have been as good as it was, let me just say. The full room, the heat, all those bodies. The funny thing was, I didn’t notice a thing. Once the class started, it was like everything else melted away. Now I’m one of those people who can be quite bad about people-watching. I’ll peek at folk out of the corner of my eye to see if I’m doing my moves right. In that class, I didn’t notice a single person, though I was only inches away from about 4 or 5 bodies at any time.
The other thing I noticed was my ability to go into meditation like I’d never been able to before. I’m usually the person in the corner who manages to fall asleep at the end of class, and I remember a teacher saying once that it is meditation as long as your mind is conscious. Once you slip into a state of sleep, it is just a nap. I’d never been able to successfully meditate before, and I left that class feeling amazing!
Today I tried a new yoga class, one near my flat in Edinburgh. I practise Iyengar yoga once a week at the Iyengar Centre in Bruntsfield, but our classes are on hiatus at the moment for a fortnight. I’d searched online and found Vinyasa Ashtanga yoga classes at St Giles in Marchmont, thinking it may supplement my weekly Iyengar class nicely. Hm.
The class size was small, with us all lined up in a row facing the teacher. I didn’t feel like I was in a yoga class, I felt a little like I was in a fitness class in a gym. The teacher (though I want to call her the “instructor”) called out rapid-fire poses, with almost no comments on breathing or correct alignment. Now I realise this was no beginners’ class, but I’ve been to more challenging classes where the teacher was still able to concentrate on correct execution. When it came time for the shoulder stand and she gave no instruction, and we were told to do the pose unsupported (with no equipment), I just did a back-bend instead. I’m not confident enough in my practice to do a shoulder stand without support, and I’d rather remain slightly behind the class than injure myself.
Anyhow, it was a disappointing experience. I’ll be going back next week on a different day, as I know there is another teacher who runs classes from the same location. We’ll see.
I’ve been really taken with my yoga practice lately; I’ve tried different styles over the past year, and I believe I am on some madcap search to find THE perfect yoga class. When I say perfect, I do mean perfect for me. I think perfection can come in all different shapes and sizes, and the ultimate in yoga practise for me may not be for someone else. But this is me, and I am going to put my selfish hat on and talk about what I like.
I’m not a newcomer to yoga; I’ve tried the odd class in the past, but never committed myself to a particular class or style before. I’d tried anything from a super-gentle hatha class to a very energetic, sweat-inducing Ashtanga led class. I think the only style I’ve yet to try is Bikram, but I don’t deal well with excessive heat so that may be one for the backburner. For now.
My basis for comparison is pretty high. On holiday to Toronto at the end of last summer, I was lucky enough to find an amazing yoga centre there. Octopus Garden Yoga. If you’re in Toronto I seriously recommend going there. This place is my ultimate ideal of what a yoga centre should be – unpretentious, chilled out, fabulous teachers, and a café downstairs that serves yummy muffins. Yes, they’re vegan (and no, I am not), but they smell amazing and taste as good. Let me tell you, this was the place I first fell in love with yoga.
My first teacher there was Morgan - this was back in the old location, which was much smaller and homey. The class was packed full, there was almost no space between each mat, and it was still as warm as the height of summer. Octopus Garden teaches a style of yoga called Vinyasa Flow, which I didn’t know much about. Morgan told me it was based on a kind of Ashtanga style. It shouldn’t have been as good as it was, let me just say. The full room, the heat, all those bodies. The funny thing was, I didn’t notice a thing. Once the class started, it was like everything else melted away. Now I’m one of those people who can be quite bad about people-watching. I’ll peek at folk out of the corner of my eye to see if I’m doing my moves right. In that class, I didn’t notice a single person, though I was only inches away from about 4 or 5 bodies at any time.
The other thing I noticed was my ability to go into meditation like I’d never been able to before. I’m usually the person in the corner who manages to fall asleep at the end of class, and I remember a teacher saying once that it is meditation as long as your mind is conscious. Once you slip into a state of sleep, it is just a nap. I’d never been able to successfully meditate before, and I left that class feeling amazing!
Today I tried a new yoga class, one near my flat in Edinburgh. I practise Iyengar yoga once a week at the Iyengar Centre in Bruntsfield, but our classes are on hiatus at the moment for a fortnight. I’d searched online and found Vinyasa Ashtanga yoga classes at St Giles in Marchmont, thinking it may supplement my weekly Iyengar class nicely. Hm.
The class size was small, with us all lined up in a row facing the teacher. I didn’t feel like I was in a yoga class, I felt a little like I was in a fitness class in a gym. The teacher (though I want to call her the “instructor”) called out rapid-fire poses, with almost no comments on breathing or correct alignment. Now I realise this was no beginners’ class, but I’ve been to more challenging classes where the teacher was still able to concentrate on correct execution. When it came time for the shoulder stand and she gave no instruction, and we were told to do the pose unsupported (with no equipment), I just did a back-bend instead. I’m not confident enough in my practice to do a shoulder stand without support, and I’d rather remain slightly behind the class than injure myself.
Anyhow, it was a disappointing experience. I’ll be going back next week on a different day, as I know there is another teacher who runs classes from the same location. We’ll see.
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