My company has started bringing in a yoga instructor twice a week. I missed all the classes last week for various reasons, but caught yesterday's noon to one o'clock class.
Man, am I out of shape.
This morning, the soreness tells me that my right arm is a lot weaker than my left. That's not surprising considering that I'm left-handed. I expected more hip and leg ache, but maybe that'll take longer to set in.
Between the yoga classes and my new jump rope, I hope to shed a good 10-15 pounds of excess winter pudginess as quickly as possible. It would be nice to remain at the jeans size into which I'm currently shoehorning myself.
Another "ow" this week: my husband is the household's latest victim of debit card number theft. It happened to him in almost exactly the same way that it got me a few weeks ago, despite our separate bank accounts, different last names, etc. We've been wracking our brains to figure out how someone got our numbers, and I'm inclined to suspect the data thefts from Marshall's. We both shop there but not necessarily together, so both our numbers were probably on file.
The final "ow" of the week: tax time. Don't get me wrong - I'm almost certainly getting a refund. It's just that I procrastinated gathering up my paperwork until...yesterday. I probably could have gotten everything to my accountant in January, but I didn't get off my lazy butt to find the charity receipts, etc. until last night. Fortunately, I'd been piling most of the obvious tax forms in a box on my desk as they arrived, but all of the stuff that I received throughout the year was scattered all over the house.
So how's your week going? Ow or mmmm?