Say What?

I went to my first fitness class on a Saturday this morning – PiYo. It is described by the park district activity guide:

Energize your morning with awakening yoga and strengthening Pilates combined.

Pretty much the exact same thing as Yoga-Lates, only using a different mix of the letters in yoga and Pilates. They’re creative, I’ll tell ya. Yoga-Lates. PiYo. Boggles my mind.

This morning’s class was a bit more energizing than the night-time class and was still done in the dark.

I didn’t have any coffee before class, because I just kind of rolled out of bed and left the house. So, after dreaming about coffee during yoga, I stopped at got some Dunkin Donuts coffee on the way home. Maybe I’m a little addicted to coffee, but at least I admit it.

The ” I just rolled out of bed,didn’t put on any make-up or brush my hair, post-yoga” look. Email for tips on how to perfect this look.

Thanks to the tip from Tina’s Blog, I went to Target looking for the new Chobani Greek yogurt flavors. I found three new flavors – passion fruit, apple cinnamon, and blood orange. Why the word blood is used to describe a food I’ll never understand. 

 I had the blood orange flavor as a snack, and it is my favorite flavor out of all the Chobani flavors so far. Not bloody. Delicious.

I also picked up two Fage Greek yogurts that were on sale and two Dannon yogurts. I’m stocked on yogurt for a while.

So, yesterday my mom calls me and says, Oh, I just wanted to let you know that I’m leaving work at noon today. And by the way, I was reading about your breathing problems on your blog, and I just wanted to mention that you have a heart murmur that I never told you about. That could be a factor.

What? Seriously? You waited this late in my life to tell me this? Any other important medical problems that I should know about?!

Seriously though, she just forgot about it because it wasn’t a serious heart murmur, and reading about my breathing problems reminded her of it. I thought it was kind of funny actually.

I’m tried googling it, but couldn’t find too much information. I’m not sure if there’s a connection between asthma and heart murmurs but the lungs and heart do work closely together. I think I’ll just mention it next time I go to the doctor.

Thanks mom, for bringing my heart murmur to my attention. 12 years later. I hope I don’t die.

Thankfully, this weekend is pretty laid back. We have no set plans, which is nice for a change. But that means that I might have to get started on that New Year’s resolution of cleaning my room. Maybe I can talk the kids into seeing Chipwrecked.