I’m nearly always the first yogini to rouse from shavasana and jet out the door when class is over. It’s usually because I have to rush off to the next appointment, but not today. Today, it was because yoga actually put me in a worse mood. I was totally agro. I blame PMS; little mother f-er. Yes, I assure you, the hormonal repercussions of the monthly visitor can go on for weeks. A vicious cycle. Literally.
It was also because I took a chance on a new instructor, only to be left in disappointment. Some instructors have rhythm; very fluid with their transitions from pose to pose. This one, did not. She also had an irritating voice; like she was trying obnoxiously hard to be soothing, but the intensity in her wide eyes was contradictory to her vocal inflections. She also talked to me like I was a child. Not feelin’ it. My gymnastics instructor, Ben, who normally works with kids, also claps for me when I do a good job on my mad tumbling tricks (like somersaults), as he would a child, but he doesn’t annoy me at all. His enthusiasm makes me giggle. Poor Ben. He’s had to deal with a hungover Angie and an emotional Angie the last two Friday’s. Such a trooper. And a kind soul.
I was delighted when we took our final backbend because I knew the end was near. Besides the closing pose, the only good part about class today was my booty shorts. Luke washed these booty shorts for me, so every time I bent over and drew my face to my knees, my mind thought of Luke. Amazing how scents can do that.
The moment I stepped out of class I turned Mr. Droid back on, only to see that my massage had been cancelled. My adductors are tight as hell (compliments of a workout provided by Sir Luke yesterday), so I was initially disappointed. I quickly diminished that disappointment with the opportunity to use two extra hours in my day.
Instead of jumping in Mini to go home, I decided a stroll was in order. It was stormy out, but it didn’t bother me for a second. The wind was calming. The rain was serene. Plus, walking=bonus calorie burn.
I moseyed down Queen Anne Ave and stopped by my bank to deposit checks, and then by the grocery store to get, what do you know, more egg whites. Oh yes, baby. I also needed more vegetables. I stood there in the vege aisle and for a brief moment I wondered if God had released a new green vege that tasted different than green beans, broccoli, asparagus, or spinach. Turns out, that was not the case. I stalked up on my regular greens.
On the way back to Mini, my eyes shot into a local boutique. It smelled nice. And had bright colors inside. I was just in one of those moods; I ventured inside, only to leave with a new rock for my right pointer finger and overpriced tea lights that smelled of lemon and peppermint. God forbid I live without these treasures.
Last night, for the first time in a very long time, I was able to frilly frolly around in a sexy nightie, with someone who noticed, who actually cared, and thought I looked beautiful. It was sheer but sweet. Not time for the French lingerie. Yet.
I had a typical Monday; started my work at 6am and trained eight lovelies throughout the day to finish at 9pm. I also had my weekly Hot Mama class at noon. Mamas brought their babes to Full Circle; free to workout and nurse in a safe and loving environment. That’s what I want my gym to be; safe and loving. I want every single member to walk in knowing they are part of our family; that we are here to love on them and guide them in something extremely personal and extremely important: their health.
My client this morning expressed that she has felt off for the last few weeks; vacations, lack of sleep, and being overcommitted will make anyone feel “off”. She said she was talking to her husband about it; that there was one thing stable in her life, keeping her going: Angie. My heart felt so warm hearing that. That just me being a friend to someone and providing a service that I love from the bottom of my heart, makes an impression.
My loves trust me with their deepest insecurities; understanding where they are coming from is crucial in how I taylor my approach to get them to their healthiest and fittest state of body, mind, and soul. Body image is pivotal in how you carry yourself, how you build and keep relationships, how good your love life is, and many other important aspects of interaction.
After torturing my last client of the evening, I zipped up to my apartment to grab a few overnight essentials (sheer nightie), and cruised with Mini over to Luke’s. I cranked “Airplanes” on the way over; that song is addicting, regardless of how overplayed it is.
I opened his door to a spotless home; lit by the flickering of candles; enchanting music strumming at just the right volume. I could hear the guest bath tub being filled upstairs. I had mentioned, when we agreed I would come over that night, that I had not even showered since my first workout that day. And I worked out twice. Sweaty spandex.
I floated upstairs and smelt the aromatherapy of bath salts before I even saw him; there he was, drawing the bath for me. Candles lit up the entire bathroom. He said he thought I might want to end my day by relaxing alone in the soothing warmth of a bath; that I had probably been on my feet all day and he thought it might be nice. Damn this boy is good. And he knows me way too well. I always end my day with a bath. It’s just how I roll.
I smelt like I had spent hours at a day spa when I wrapped up my bath time. Much better than sweaty spandex. He smelled Luke-fresh when I walked downstairs to engage with him. Like I said, the only way to describe his scent, is heaven.
He made me tea, and we connected; emotionally and physically. I was hesitant to stay the night, as my sleep is so precious to me and I didn’t know how well I would rest at his place. Turns out, I slept like a baby. A comforted, content baby. A happy baby.
He said something to me that really stuck out; he said my body is the ideal body in his mind. It’s perfect. Every square inch. Now, I’ve already admitted that I, too, heart my body. I don’t think it’s better than anybody else’s; I just heart it. I take what my genetics offered up to me, and work to mold it into the strongest and healthiest physical being that it can be. But to receive praise from the man in my life; it means so much. It means so much because I spent three years with a man that told me I was too buff, too curvy, and too flat. A man that barely turned his eyes from Sportscenter when I pranced around in lacy lingerie. A man that only said he loved my body when my body fat was so low I lost my menstrual cycle. Imagine, just imagine, how that crushed my spirits. Every woman deserves a man in her life who will show adoration for her body. Don’t settle for a man too into the play of the day to grab your cute butt and pull it towards him.
I left my charger at Luke’s house last night. I asked him to bring it by this morning, as I couldn’t possibly survive with a dead phone. Business owner suicide. He brought it by, in a bag full of Hershey’s kisses. I texted Mr. Chocolate that he’s killing me; he texted me back that he had to leave me with kisses. Killing. Me.
So, here I am, typing away, on what feels like the first autumn evening of the season. And it’s still August. Luke is in the kitchen, grilling us bison burgers and blanching kale. We just returned from a twilight run around Discovery Park, cracked the fire, and spent hours lying on the magic carpet just listening to music. Just listening. We discovered new parts of each song together. “Eleanor Rigby” was my favorite song that came on during our listening sesh. Look at all the lovely people.
I couldn’t possibly conjure up a more perfect evening. Unless there was wine involved. No, not worth it. H2O is the way to go; for the next five weeks. Happy place. Happy abs. Happy pose.
It still seems a little too good to be true, but I’m going to run with it. I expressed this to my big sister; that I don’t know why God is blessing me so much. She replied, “God is blessing you because His love doesn’t change, babe. It’s not conditional. He’s going to bless you in your life, regardless of how much time you spend with Him or things done for Him. I’m pretty sure all God desires is to know us more. Which is totally weird to think about; you’d think He’d be so full of Himself. But all He wants…………is us.” So wise, that one.
Now that I’m done blogging my life away, and Luke is still cooking away, I will continue to work on Full Circle’s business plan.
I’m probably the first person ever to put “sexy tee shirts” as a part of a reach & repeat marketing strategy. I just wanted to be very clear that these are the clingy, velvety soft sexy tees we will be selling; not oversized, scratchy yucky tee-shirts that aren’t even cute enough to wear around the house. Sexy. Only.
Ciao for now!
