Okay, so, first off, "My 600 pound life: Melissa's story" is on TLC right now. It's my favorite doc on obesity, ever. Very honest. Very good.
Now. Tonight was a night off from Jillian, so I thought I'd try a yoga DVD, because I'm, like, the least flexible person ever, and I thought some yoga might help. Because, obviously, doing a yoga DVD once is going to improve your flexibility. Ha.
And there was lots of plank position, just like Jillian, and some moves that, well ... at one point, I swear to God, the demonstrator actually levitated her entire body off the palms of her hands, which, well, I predict I will be able to do that ... never. Is it an age thing? Should I be able to do all of the things the much-younger demonstrator can? Because somehow, it seems like maybe I should be able to do this stuff, well, after practicing for a while, anyway, regardless of age, but what do I know?
And while I liked the lady instructor, I kind of yucked out when the man instructor came on. Leg hair? Armpit hair? Yeeccccccccch.
Does this mean I'm gay? Yeah, no, I don't think so. (Insert standard "not that there's anything wrong with that" disclaimer here.) It kind of skeeves me out, frankly, when Jillian pretends to bite the butts of her (female) demonstrators. It's like, jeezus, Jill, we already KNOW, okay?
Rocky. Thinking way too much about workout DVDs tonight. Excuse me while I go dispose of the mouse that Ponyboy brought in. Don't mice hibernate during the winter? Evidently only the smart ones, because my cats have been making a killing lately.