Far From Zen
One thing I hate about dieting is that sometimes you don’t lose weight and then you have these moments of “Why the hell am I doing this?”. It’s been two weeks, I’ve been working out like crazy, eating about half of what I normally do, and not one pound shed. I feel like a failure.
I have been distracting myself from this fact that I will be forever fat by delving into all manner of massage practices ( I may be fat, but I will sure be limber). Whenever I get hungry, I just massage myself. Last night my yoga teacher taught us how to do Myofacial release with roller bars. I was in pain-heaven…like a good hurt, though. The only problem is that it made me warm and sweaty all night. I appreciate the circulation, I do, but in the heat of July, it makes sleeping hard when you feel like an overripe tomato cooking on a grill.
I’ve also been obsessing about things I want to do and places I want to see when I get to San Francisco. One of the places is the Green Gulch Farm:
http://www.sfzc.org/ggf/
A couple of years ago, I read an article about the woman who started it and I’ve just been fascinated about how they run such a place. I’m sure it will be packed wall to wall with suburban housewives looking for enlightenment within 12 hours…but hey, they have to pay the bills to keep the lights on, right? Anyway, the place looks magical and I heard that the locals have this legend about the mist that covers the valley nearby…something about a dragon, I think. You always know people are cool of they name stuff after dragons.
In other news, etsy has been tempting me with their emails again. Today they recommend I buy a pie in a jar. Great! Just great! Fuck you etsy. Fuck your delicious damn pie in a jar.