yoga for t-tards

today is wonderful.  amazing. and a lot of other adjectives that mean the former ones.  I didn't have to work being the main reasons for this wonderful wonderfulness and the fact that I now never have to work mornings again is the other reasons for bliss.  

So I woke up early, went to the gym for spinning class and then for the FIRST time in over a year I got to go to yoga class.  ohhhOHHHhhhh.. I love yoga, I love the pain and the stretch and the rewards.  I love lying on that stupid stinky blue yoga mat for 5 minutes at the end of class when I feel more relaxed and sane than I have ever felt before.  I can't believe how long it's been, and thank god for my first class back into flexibility world,  we were practicing easy yoga poses and breathing instead of that hard core Korean power yoga (that i also love - but didn't want today).   

The gym makes me sane and happy. It rarely makes me feel bad - except for the one time that stupid pushy girl stole my bike in spinning class and I had to try to explain this to her and everyone else who was watching (STARING) and i felt like such an idiot/total bitch for fighting over a bike and because I was just frustrated. Not a good day for me....

My other issue with the gym is that I absolutely hate being the fattest person there.  Which I am.  Sucks ass.  Even the fatty Koreans don't seem to be as fat as me because they are so darn short and let's face it, I'm a giant.  So I go to all these classes - also I'm the only 외국인  in any of these classes - and feel like I'm 10x bigger than I am.  Should make me work out harder, but somehow it doesn't.  

I hate even thinking about this subject, the size of my body, when I work out, which I'm usually somewhat of a champion at, I feel great, healthy and fit, I don't care about the fat.