A very special McFatty Monday.
I’d like to dedicate this post to a very special person in my life these days.
Some whose strength, strong will, and total lack of compassion for my weak thighs leaves me breathless.
Someone that I look at and think, “What on earth did she do to get her arms that buff?”
A real treasure.
Oh Jillian. Yoga was so relaxing, such perfection. I thought – “Even Jillian is going to slow it down for yoga.”
I was wrong.
15 minutes in I swore I was going to die. Who knew that plank and downward dog could make me scream for mercy? That throwing my arms in the air (500 times) for the “home pose” would make me want to fall over in agony? That holding one leg in the air for 15 seconds would make me fall over and nearly kill my child who watched in horror at her mother’s clumsiness?
Well, we know who knew. Jillian.
I see her with that crafty grin and eyes burning into me. They say things like, “Wimp. I knew you couldn’t do it. You’re too porky to hold yourself up that long.”
And I hate her, yet love her for it.
I think it’s the start of a beautiful, yet always breathtaking, relationship.