YOGA AGOY

I finally have a yoga DVD that I'm very happy with. It's a nice pace, it's on a beautiful beach, and the guy has a pony-tail (I simply LOVE long hair on men).

Now why in the world am I NOT plugging it in every morning when it is on my regular Day-Timer Organizer 2-Page-Per-Day Daily To-Do List?

If I can get changed into something resembling my yoga work-out clothes (which can be as nice as actual yoga pants and a swanky thin t-shirt but normally is my pajamas before I take a morning shower), it usually happens.

And when the yoga mat gets unrolled in reality, not just in my dreams, okay, I'll get through at least five minutes of the warm-up.

But most of the time... I somehow walk right past the mat, which had been laid out strategically right in front of the DVD player, with that nice image of _____ facing up towards me, ignore the yoga outfit which I have laid invitingly out over the dresser....

And head straight for the computer instead.

Ideas, anyone?

(I mean, besides the obvious one of staying off my computer!!)

LET'S FIND SOMEONE TO BLAME

I blame restrictions on advertising for my current slump in weight loss.

Now, it's a wonderful idea to have limits on advertising. It's irritating to have huge signs for fast food restaurants, supermarkets and malls blocking the view of our beautiful mountains. It's a negative distraction from driving, which continues to get crazier and faster all the time, so the concept of smaller, less obtrusive symbols is great.

Except when you aren't from where you are.

Yesterday I was in a city which I don't know well (read that "Tucson"), following a medical appointment where my eyes were chemically dilated (read that "blurred vision"), trying to find Costco on the east side (read that "almost hopelessly lost") while also searching for a fast food restaurant (read that "crazed with hunger") and in need of a nap (read that "someone gimme a Diet Coke quick").

And I was cursing under my breath the fact that Tucson is now submitting to those insane regulations the liberal environmental nuts have forced on the general law-abiding solid citizens who need to know exactly where to turn in order to stuff their already-obese faces with more cholesterol-laden and saturated-fat-clinging junk food. I finally found the Costco.

But, because of the lack of signs, I was FORCED to eat a Wendy's LARGE chocolate Frosty, simply because I could not find ANY PLACE ELSE.

See? I'm not responsible.