 the time my head hits the pillow, I am riddled with guilt over all of the unnecessary calories I have consumed throughout the day. The piece of cake from my coworkers birthday, those chips and salsa that sat on the table while we waited for our lunch, that extra glass of wine with dinner because traffic in Los Angeles has become so unbearable. Because of this, I admit with shame, that I have gained another seven pounds (taking me back up to 264 pounds). I am going in the wrong direction, and I want to call Wynonna Judd and cry.

The best news is that in spite of myself, Im not giving up. I wont give up. As I continue to drudge forward and shake up my routines, I researched a new exercise for myself that promised instant weight loss (even if it was just from the release of every molecule of water in my body). Bikram yoga is a practice done in an incredibly hot room, sometimes as high as 105 degrees. I am scared to be in a swimming pool in Palm Springs at that temperature, but if it takes a class in Hell to remind me that I need to take better care of my body, so be it.

Somehow, I roped my friend Eric Shane, someone who has known me so long we actually met while I was dating my last girlfriend, into joining me. He hadnt practiced yoga in a few months and didnt read the fine print on the Web site describing the class. His only question when he found out was, Do you think this is a good idea considering how much you and I sweat in an air-conditioned room?

As we walked into the room, I immediately felt like a fish being thrown into an oven. I was gasping for air and my eyes grew big with fear. Eric Shane shared the same look, and I think we both would have turned and walked out the door had this hot guy wearing only board shorts and looking like he had stepped out of a Hawaiian Tropic ad not followed us into class. Eric Shane whispered in my ear, Im guessing that if this place knows what is good for business, they paid him to be here. And with that, we both set up our mats so that he would be in prime view.

I am the kind of person that loves the first few minutes in a sauna. I love the heat and the way my body comes alive from deep in my bones and my muscles feel like they could stretch like Inspector Gadget.
the time my head hits the pillow, I am riddled with guilt over all of the unnecessary calorie I have consume throughout the day. The piece of cake from my coworkers birthday, those bit and salsa that sat on the table while we wait for our lunch, that excess glass of wine with dinner because traffic in Los Angeles has become so unbearable. Because of this, I admit with pity, that I have gained another seven pounds (taking me back up to 264 pounds). I am go in the wrong direction, and I want to call Wynonna Judd and cry. 

 The good news is that in spite of myself, I m not give up. I wo nt give up. As I continue to drudge forward and judder up my routines, I researched a new exercise for myself that promised instantaneous weight loss (even if it was just from the release of every molecule of water in my body). Bikram yoga is a practice done in an incredibly hot room, sometimes as high as 105 degrees. I am scared to be in a swimming pool in Palm Springs at that temperature, but if it takes a course in Hell to prompt me that I need to take better caution of my body, so be it. 

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So meh ow, I  r oped my frien d Eric  S hane, s ome one who  ha s k now n m eso long w e actual ly  m et  w hil e I w a s dating  m y l as t g irlfr i end, i nto j oini ng  m e . H e hadnt pr a c tice dyo ga i n a  f ew mo nths and  didntread thefin e  pri nt  o n the W eb site descr ib ing the cl as s.His on l y  questio n when he found out was ,  Do you  th ink t hisis a good  id ea con sid e ring h ow muc h you  a ndI sweat i nanai r-conditio n e d r oom?
A s we  walked  into the room, Ii mme diately feltlik e af i sh  be i ng thr ow n  in t o  an oven. I was  gasping f or ai r and my e y esgr ew bigwith fe ar. E r ic Shan e sharedthe samelo ok,a n d I  think weboth wou ld have t u rneda nd  walk edout th edoo r had  thish otguy w earing  o nly bo ard s ho rts andlooking like he had ste pped o ut of  aHawaiianTro p icad not fo llow ed us into  cl ass . Eri c S h ane w hisp e re d i n  my e ar,I m guessin g  t hat i fthis placek n o wswhatisg ood fo r bu siness, they paid him to be here . An d wit h t h at,we  both set up o urma t s  so that  h e would bein prime  v i ew.
I am t he kin d of pe r s on that l oves  th e first f ewmi n utes in  a  s a una. I  lov ethe he at and thew a y my body comesalive f rom d e epin my  b ones an d  mymuscles fe el like the y coul d st retch  like I ns pector  Ga dg et.
 the_time my_head hits the pillow,_I am_riddled_with guilt_over_all of the_unnecessary calories I_have consumed throughout the_day. The piece_of_cake from my coworkers birthday, those chips and salsa that sat on the table_while_we waited_for_our_lunch, that extra glass of_wine with dinner because traffic_in Los_Angeles has become so unbearable. Because of this,_I_admit with shame,_that I have gained another seven pounds (taking me_back up to 264 pounds). I_am going in_the_wrong_direction, and I want_to call Wynonna Judd and cry.

The_best news is that in spite_of myself, Im not giving up. I_wont give up. As I continue_to drudge forward and shake_up my_routines, I researched a new_exercise for myself_that promised_instant weight loss_(even if it was just from_the release of_every molecule of water in my_body)._Bikram yoga is_a_practice_done in_an incredibly hot_room,_sometimes as_high_as 105 degrees. I am scared_to_be in a swimming pool in Palm_Springs at that temperature,_but_if it takes a_class in Hell to remind_me that I need to take_better care_of my_body, so be it.

Somehow, I roped my friend Eric Shane, someone_who has known me so long_we actually met while_I was_dating_my last girlfriend,_into_joining me._He hadnt practiced yoga in a few_months and_didnt read the fine print on_the Web site describing_the_class. His only question when he_found out was, Do you think_this is a good idea_considering_how_much you and I sweat_in an air-conditioned room?

As we walked_into the room,_I immediately felt like a fish being_thrown_into an oven. I was gasping_for_air and my eyes grew big_with_fear._Eric Shane shared the same_look, and I think we both_would have turned and walked out the door had_this hot guy_wearing only board shorts and_looking_like_he had stepped out of a Hawaiian Tropic ad not_followed us_into class. Eric_Shane whispered in my ear, Im guessing that if this_place knows what is good for business,_they paid him to be here. And with that, we both_set up our mats so that he would_be in prime view.

I am the kind_of person that loves_the_first few minutes in a sauna. I_love_the_heat_and the way_my body comes_alive from deep_in my_bones and my_muscles feel_like they could_stretch_like Inspector Gadget.