Thankful Thursday with a dash of Salt (how's that for clever?)

Salt of Salt Says holds the official Kick-Ass title, Chuck Norris says so, and no one survives an argument with Chuck, so it's best to just agree. I'm always super impressed with her yoga dedication and skillz, even with P90x it's still a love/hate for me. Whether she's flinging thongs at her fellow yogis or decorating cakes to look like festive volcanoes, you can always count on being entertained by her awesomeness!  Today is no different...

I was pleased as punch when Hutch asked me to cover a day this week while she's off tending to her unicorn ranch (clearly I forgot what she's really doing). After I finished screaming and jumping up and down and calling all my friends and relatives to tell them the news, she wanted to know if I had a preferred day. What options did I have?

Well Thursday was open. And of course I was all over the chance to do the first Thankful Thursday in the magical month of May! *jazz hands*

Then I realized that I needed to pick one specific thing to be thankful for. That's tough because 9 days out of 10 my life is pretty terrific. I have a wonderful new husband who puts up with all my crap, 2 adorable fuzzy kitties (one of which I am convinced is out for world domination), a good job, a roof over my head, and beer in my fridge.

Maybe I should write about beer. No...I'll leave that for Hutch to do on another Thursday. Plus it will probably all be gone by the time I finish writing this

So then maybe I should write about:



You might be wondering why I'm so thankful for shelf paper. That's easy. Because this isn't shelf paper; it's a yoga mat. I love yoga and there is not a day that goes by that I'm not super thankful that I started practicing almost 2 years ago. Let me give you an example of the awesome:

I wasn't having the best day on Monday. Not for any reason in particular; I was just in one of those aggro moods that can only come with a Monday. All day long, I was looking forward to my favorite 6:15 pm hot vinyasa flow class because I knew that no matter how terrible things got and how many faces I wanted to rip off, going to yoga would make everything alright. That 90 minute class was a lot harder than usual because it was incredibly muggy in the room, but even though I left the studio looking like I had just gone for a swim with my clothes on, I felt like an entirely new person. All the headaches and annoyances from earlier were completely forgotten.

It's like magic.

Not only has it helped to keep me on the saner side of insane, but I've also accomplished so much as far as improving my strength and flexibility. When I first started, I could barely stand on one foot without falling on my face and now I can do postures like this and this. And I think that it's pretty much possible for anyone with enough practice.

One day I hope to get my teacher's certification so that I can share my love of yoga with others. It won't be this year, but maybe next if I'm lucky.

I'm not sure just when Hutch will be back to her regularly scheduled blogging (unicorns are VERY time consuming), but I would like to thank her for passing the reigns over to me today! Namaste!