Namaste* to you, Mr. Saturated Fat

Today I went to yoga...for the first time in QUITE a while. But it went well, very well, I think--despite the strangely evangelical vegan diatribe at the beginning (for a discussion of this see Kate's Blog). Frankly, I'm skeptical of any person or group of persons who claim to know the Truth about...well...anything.

Anyhow, it felt very good to do something difficult, the basic class was getting boring. But this class, which was intermediate, was a real challenge. I felt a swell of positive energy, though not due to the chanting in a foreign language that I do not speak.

So, how did I celebrate this positive use of energy, this new-found strength and dexterity? One iced capuccino (with whipped cream on top, thank you very much) and several handfulls of cheetos. It was great. I felt entitled to my caloric intake today. Thank you yoga, you didn't make me vegan...you made me turn to junk food. haha.

*namaste: ( Hindi, from Sanskrit namah te) I bow to you.