Some Like it HOT!

It seems there's a minor theme developing in my life. Looking back at some recent entries, I noticed that I'm fairly focused on making good friends with my body these days. Exercise, acupuncture, and now, for the first time, hot (Bikram) yoga. When I get around to 52 First #22 (going to confession), I'll be sure to include a chapter on how negligent and abusive I've been to my body for most of my conscience life.

Indulgence is a creeper of a habit. Not usually recognizable until it explodes with ugliness all over you; it seduces you with incredible flavors and great thrills that (temporarily) disguise the dirty consequences. Indulgence is a promiscuous little devil and one that I've made an effort to tame in the last while by following some simple advice from my Dad: "eat less, move more and sweat everyday"

I've chunked out twice in my life. Both times were during the beginning of the end of my 2 most important relationships. This round, I've made better choices and continue to harvest healthier experiences to transition. Thanks to a friend's persistence I gave hot yoga a try and, despite being a cynic about urban-yuppy-hipster lifestyle crap, I think it's something I could really get into. Unlike other styles of yoga, which frankly I find completely lack luster, hot yoga leaves you drenched in sweet, well earned sweat....a welcomed token for a good, cathartic workout.