on the verge of a new year

I have to say that I am looking forward to the new year.  Not because 2011 was bad.  In fact, I'd say 2011 is a year that I will look at fondly.  I had a wonderful 2011.

• I met an amazing woman who I thought might be someone I'd date long term.  I enjoyed every moment I spent with her and look forward to moving forward in friendship as we both grow. 
• I started to really take care of my diet - tried raw, did a cleanse went mostly gluten free - learned ways to make my body feel good simply by eating right
• Joined FITE - best gym ever.  
• dropped 2 pants sizes (yes the last three bullets are kind of on the same page - but taking care of myself became a main priority in 2011 and it feels great)
• Went thru prenatal yoga training
• finished my 200 hr yoga training
• went to camp camp
• bought a VW bus for my bakery 
• Bakery expanded even more
• took more action toward animal rights
• found more ways to share my passion

OK, I know there is more.  I do love 2011 and all it brought - the good and the bad (and it definitely had it's lows)... I know 2012 will be even better.  More personal growth, more expansion at my heart center, more healing energy, more letting go, abundance for myself and abundance that I can share.  So i welcome the new year with light and love.

When working out doesn't work out

I have been so good this week, five times to the gym. And let me tell you, I don't understand the people who love working out. I can't help but look at my time when I'm in a class or on the treadmill. The second I start working out I count down the minutes until it's over. I don't hate working out, I just don't LOOOOOVVVEE it.

Anyway, today I'm sore from exercises yesterday. Put the big ball between your legs and lift and squeeze several times, your inner thighs will hurt too.

So today, I go to the gym to use the treadmill, do a nice 3 mile walk at lunch. I have my Vegan Freak podcast all cued up and ready to go. I'm walking, laughing at the podcast and BAM some how I got my arm twisted in my headphone cord and my ipod flies away from me onto the floor. OK, stop the treadmill, pick it up, resume. I'm walking again, listening to the podcast, and I do it again. At this point I decide it's not meant to me and cut my losses. 2.75 miles has to do. And, my inner thighs still hurt.