I’d like to start out with a story. A small glimpse into my world. Don’t worry, I’m not going to abuse my blogging privilege to curse those that leave their pets outside in the cold as hell (wait, hell is hot), cold as freezing dog shit days. Nope, this is a story about a girl who keeps a secret stash of chocolate in her purse. I should mention I also keep Tylenol in this same container, you know, for emergency aches and pains.
Yesterday I was having a chocolate binge day! …it happens…
I opened my secret stash of chocolate. I ate a piece. I made a face. YUCK!! $%&# The chocolate had taken on the taste of Tylenol. My addiction is so strong, I ate every Tylenol tanted piece of chocolate in that container.
But alas, I didn’t die – so I finished my work day and headed home to gear up for Barre. Maybe my sudden decision to binge wasn’t so much about my chocolate weakness. Maybe it was because tonight I was trying a new class at Beer City Barre. I hate trying new things. It tortures me. I don’t know why. “What am I so afraid of?” “Its still barre. I kick ass in barre.” But tonight was ‘YogiBarre’, (as I roll my eyes & picture a room full of stick thin women bending and namaste-ing in a low lite room w/ tranquil water falls playing softly in the background). The sound of water makes me pee.
But I put on my big girl leggings and drove to BCB.
I took the class. I LIKED the class. I must have used muscles unbeknowst to me, because I left yogibarre shaking and feeling like pudding. (chocolate pudding)
It wasn’t tranquil at all! (thank goodness no waterfalls) The barre moves were actually harder, which I enjoyed. I like a good burn. We ended our cool down session to a slow beat rap song, cuz we Michigangsters!
Moral of this story. Try something new. Don’t mix prescription drugs and chocolate, literally. (Don’t leave you’re pets in the snow, a-holes)…. and meet me at the Barre.