See ya' hot yoga- you're cramping my style

Sorry I've been so absent all week. I've been feeling sort of unbalanced. And by unbalanced, I mean tired and super unmotivated to do anything.

I thought the hot yoga would help but I'm finding that I typically leave there angry because:
1. I am so unbelievably sweaty
2. The class is supposed to be for all levels (beginner to yogi) but I'm the only one who can't stand on my toes while contorted in a ball
3. There are mirrors all over the room so I have to stare at my unbelievable sweaty self and watch as everyone else seems to be in a relaxed/meditative state while I'm just annoyed
4. I've gained 2 pounds
5. It's dangerously "close to home" for the days when I dated someone with dreadlocks (I feel like that is a part of my life I've been neglecting to share with you readers....)

I am going to have to try something else to try to balance out the stresses in my life. I wish that I could move all of the people I love to Kansas City. I think that's the root- I'm missing everyone.  What I do know is that hot yoga is cramping my style.

Hot Yoga

In a moment of sheer stupidity weakness, I signed myself up for a month long hot yoga class. I read an article in one of the 9487239 magazines I get about how hot yoga is great for toning and detoxification. I don't really know what they meant by detoxification, but what I do know is that bathing suit season is haunting my dreams and a little toning may be just what the doctor ordered.

From what I can tell, hot yoga is the same thing as normal yoga only you do it in a sauna and they make you hold the poses for what seems like 20 minutes. My ass has never hurt so bad in my life {nor have I ever been so sweaty}. I must have been doing the poses wrong when I did my at-home yoga dvd.

My instructor kept referring to herself as a "yogi," which everyone but me seemed to think was perfectly normal. I, however, kept snickering like an immature little boy at every yogi mention. And yes, little boys do snicker.