Not a Yogi Yet. Maybe a Yeti.

So I continue to go to the gym.  Not so much because I like to workout.  I do, however, like to get out from under the crumbs and rubble, get my kids away from the XBox, and have Margaux realize that other people are not going to chomp off one of her delicious corpulent thighs and eat it for a mid-morning snack.

The wonderful thing about the childcare:  they give you a pager which vibrates when your child is upset, poopy or otherwise experiencing angst.  And I trust these ladies;  if Margaux is upset, they page.  So I can trot off with peace of mind (the thing I usually do first?  Go potty!  By MYSELF!).  And then I meander up to find some sort of class to try.

Me in my ONE exercise-y tank top.  PS:  is this another redhead?

It's taken me awhile to find a class I love.  The Barbell Strength class is fine, but when you are always lifting a 34 pound tantruming toddler at the same time a 14 pound infant is sucking off your boob, you really don't feel like lifting things for fun.  Zumba is full of sweat, energy and joy, but I am a clutz and cannot always keep up with the footwork.  The Pilates Reformer machines are so intense and hurtful to my five-times-spliced "core" they make me want to throw up.  But today I stumbled upon something marvelous:  Hot Vinyasa Yoga.  You step into the room and boom you start sweating, so you feel like you're already working out even though you are just LYING there.  And I love the stretching, the gracefulness inherent in the movements (not yet, alas, in mine), and how I felt like I was both working out and RELAXING.  The pinnacle of multitasking.

After I felt like I had stretched, warriored, and downward dogged PLENTY, I pretended my pager went off (I am probably fooling absolutely no one), and left, sweaty and shaky, sure I had lasted close to the full hour.

Nope!  Just 30 minutes.

I am going to try to last a whole 37 minutes next time.

In the meantime, I need to buy another exercise outfit, because I just have one respectable ensemble - people probably think I am very very poor.  Well, I guess I AM very poor, given that weekly Target bill for eight.  Everyone at Lifetime seems to buy Lululemon, where achingly hip fit people buy their clothes; but a) their store is like EIGHT miles away from me, and b) it's hard to cheat on Nordstrom.  Luckily Nordstrom has a respectable selection of tanky top things and hottish yoga pants.

Now if I could just find a nursing bra whose straps don't stick out from these tanky top deals.  Do they even make sport/nursing bras?  Discuss!