Hold that down dog pose!

Or something like that.


Jennifer and I have decided to start attending an 8 pm yoga class to


a. get in shape
b. avoid late night snacking
c. avoid vegging out in front of the TV all night.

Although the dog gives us a longing look as we walk out the door, as his little doggy brain processes, no walk tonight.

So, off we go, a little nervous, because we're novices and we don't want any hot shots showing us up. We really shouldn't have worried. Although there were some super yoga buffs in there, including a few men, who held that down dog pose as long as there the instructor, since the lights were turned off, no one was really eyeballing the other, as they tried to hold onto the warrior or goddess pose. Or just gave up as I did a few times and did the novice movement she showed us.

Jennifer did pretty well tho, and I'm proud of her. Back at it on Wed., and this time I'll have to take Kodi out for a run beforehand.

Working out with the daughter

I want to get in shape, and fortunately, my daughter, all 112 lbs of her, thinks she needs to too.

So I took out a membership for us both at LA fitness in Kent, to finally, with no excuses, start working out. And I think it will work. I did sign up for a personal trainer, but alas, the contract had a buyout clause I just couldn't stomach (read that fine print!) so I had to pass.

But by 50, I want to be in better shape than I am now. And as for Jennifer, well, she'll probably still by 112, and most of it muscle.

It also helps that her boyfriend, is a wrestler and is all about working out. And flirting in the gym is fine with me. Keeps 'em out of the house.