Namaste, ya'll...

This morning, I completed my first class of my 30 Day Bikram Yoga Challenge... *whew*

I am not a beginner to Bikram Yoga.
Actually, I've been taking classes here and there for the past 3 years.
I have never been able to discipline myself to make it a habit... and I should have.

For ya'll who don't know what Bikram Yoga is, allow me to copy and paste a spiel from one of my favorite sources:  Wikipedia :)

Bikram, or hot yoga, is a series of yoga poses done in a heated room, which is usually maintained at a temperature of 105 degrees Fahrenheit. Yoga at this temperature promotes profuse sweating, which is believed to help rid the body of toxins. It also keeps the body very warm, and therefore more flexible.

There are many benefits of practicing Bikram Yoga, and different people have their own personal reasons for putting themselves through this "torture chamber."


I have decided to share a few things that I hope to achieve from completing this 30 Day Challenge:

• Routine

I consider myself to have insomniac tendencies.  I blame it on [Kuya ].  He is definitely an insomniac.  Me? I only have tendencies.  Sometimes I just can't force myself to sleep.  And other times I can knock out for hours.  Or fall asleep in the middle of the day.  Wow.  I may have narcoleptic tendencies, too.  Crap.  Even more so, my body needs a routine.  I'm hoping that going to yoga every morning will help mold my body into the routine it so craves.

• Flexibility

So, I used to dance.  (I'm not gonna say that I used to be a dancer, 'cause I believe that I still am a dancer at heart, it's just unfortunate that I have been outta practice for awhile)  Being outta practice, you start to lose things- like your flexibility.  It sucks.  Getting older makes you realize these things.  I plan to start dancing again, so I'm using this challenge to help regain some of that flexibility.

• Weight Maintenence

Notice I didn't say weight loss.  Not that I wouldn't mind losing some pounds, but that isn't my main focus.  I'll just say it:  I love food.  I do believe that one can find happiness in french fries and cheese and coffee.  I want to be able to enjoy the foods that I love, and not have to worry about being overweight because of it.  I have come to terms (for the most part) with my curves, and I am no longer ashamed of them.  I just don't want to add to them.  :P

Besides, I just bought 2 pairs of Super Skinny jeans from American Eagle, and I want to be able to fit into them whenever I feel like wearing them!  Haaa...

• Personal Sense of Achievement

What can I say?  I am a competitor at heart.  My greatest challenge will be overcoming myself.  It takes a lot of mental strength to force myself to sleep early, AND to force myself to wake up early so that I can squeeze in a class before work.  I want to believe that my will is as strong as I know it is.  I almost feel as if doing this will remind me that I have the mental capacity to do anything I set my mind to.  Sounds kinda cheesy, right?

Fortunately, I have an accountability partner, [Japapino].  Hooray!  He has happily agreed to embark on this journey with me.  Hopefully we can keep each other in check and make it to the finish line together..

So here are the details of the Challenge:

• All participants need to complete 30 classes in 30 days, starting the first class attended between September 19-21 (I started today, the 19th).
  
• All participants may complete up to 2 classes per day to make up missed classes, or classes that you will miss.
  
• There is a mid-term.  To continue the Challenge and to bypass the mid-term, participants must have 14 classes completed by the end of the 15th day.  If you don't have 14 classes, you have to pass a mid-term, which is rumored to be DIFFICULT.  *Yikes*
  

Here's MY challenge:

[PW ] and I leave for our Honeymoon / 1st Year Anniversary trip on October 15th...

Which means I gotta double up classes on 4 days... CRAP.

Ha.  I'll keep you posted.  Namaste, ya'll...

Fly Like an Eagle

[photo credit: Carl Chapman ]


"Life is meant to be a never-ending education, and when this is fully appreciated, we are no longer survivors, but adventurers."

David McNally

Even Eagles Need a Push

Previously, on edlyn-izms...

Before Twitter... Before Facebook... Even Before MySpace...

There was Friendster.

And I not only had a Friendster profile, but I also had a BLOG.  (Which I happened to stumble upon earlier today.  Lucky you.)

Now... I wasn't any better at blogging THEN as I am NOW, but looking back at your "old self" is always amusing.

*DISCLAIMER*

The views expressed in the following "Blast from the Past" does not necessarily reflect the current opinions of Yours Truly.  

Thank you, and enjoy the show :)

Life In “Paradise”

June 15th, 2005 by edlyn-izms

I’m usually never one to publish my thoughts for anyone and everyone to read, but I figure that this would serve as my own personal sounding board as well as a good outlet for me… :) 

As many of you know, I have been living in Oahu, Hawaii for the past 4 years.  A common question that everyone tends to ask me is "So how do you like living in Hawaii?"  Like any place, Hawaii has its pros and cons:

Pros:

1. Beautiful weather!
2. Great culture and ethnic pride!
3. Local people are friendly!
4. Always a live band playing somewhere…
5. Beaches are beautiful, & the water is warm!
6. Good Music!
7. Great food!
8. Malasadas!

Cons:

1. Sometimes too damn hot/humid!
2. People don’t know how to friggin’ drive!
3. Cost of living can be high (gallon of milk is $8!)
4. Cockroaches, cane spiders and other tropical bugs…
5. Kinda limited on the shopping scene…
6. No real road trips on an island! 
7. Anytime you wanna travel, a ticket anywhere is @ least $400.
8. I miss my family 

Most people who come to visit only get to experience the "pros" and think I’m crazy when I’m not jumping up and down screaming how much I love it, but once you have to drive in traffic all day, everyday behind people whoDO NOT know how to drive–MAN!  You will understand what I mean!

Who knows… I may or may not move back to the BAY–it depends.  Peter says that he doesn’t mind moving cuz he’s sick of this place anyways, but I wouldn’t want to take him away from his family.  The main thing that I miss about home is my family… my nephews are getting bigger and my other cousins are all pro-creating.  I feel like I’m missing out on everything.  If I could work an extra $400-$500 into my budget for flying home every month, then I would!

Anyways… I’ve rambled on enough!  We’ll see how long I keep this BLOG thing up!  Until next time…

Funny.

It's been over 4 years since that post, and obviously my views have changed.  For the most part.

But I'll leave that for another time...

Haven't Given Up...

...on my dreams.

Trying my best to love what I do, 

while I am doing what is necessary to do what I love... 

freely.

Home is where the <3 is...

...so it's been said.

This week marks 8 years since I left my childhood home in The Bay to brave "independent life" here in Hawai'i.

I'm still alive.

I'm not (completely) broke.

...and I'm actually pretty happy.

Actually, it's been pretty fricken amazing...

This is one of those situations that, in hindsight, baffles me.  I can't believe I did it.  I can't believe that the person that I was at 21yrs old, had the will to make something like this happen.  The person that I am NOW, yes.  But the Eds-of-old??  How the heck??

You don't understand.  I lived a very comfortable life in my childhood home.  I didn't pay rent.  I had a car to drive. Granted, it wasn't my own, and it was never the most luxurious.. but it was still a means of transportation.  My mom cooked.  My brother, affectionately known as [Kuya], paid for school- and everything else that I needed.  I had a job after high school, but it was just for spending money.

Yes, I was spoiled- No... I was VERY BLESSED.

But I was NOT a brat.  I was (and STILL am) thankful for everything I had, especially since we didn't ALWAYS live comfortably.  Yes, there was a dark era.. but I won't talk about that.

So why did I leave my worry-free, laid back life at home?

I needed out.  I needed independence.  I needed to figure out who I really was.  There's the "me" that everyone has always known "me" to be... but maybe I was just slipping into that role?  Because it was comfortable to be what everyone expected you to be.

So I did the most out-of-character thing I could do:  I left.

It wasn't enough to just move out of my childhood home.  Moving out of the Bay Area wasn't enough either.  Staying in California meant that home would only be a drive away.  I couldn't have that temptation within reach.  

It was October 2000, and I was actually sitting at a football game when I decided where I would move.  I used to dance for SJSU, and we had a Home game where we played against UH...  (The sad thing was, the visitor side had WAYYY more fans than our side!)  But as I was sitting there, the thought popped into my mind:

"What if I just picked up and moved to Hawai'i?"

It was probably a few months before ANYONE took me seriously.  It wasn't until I kept telling everyone "I'm leaving in August," that my mom and [Kuya] finally realized, Holy crap, she's really gonna leave!

[Kuya] later confessed that there were bets going... for how long I would last before I packed up and moved back home.  He told me "I have the highest bid.  I gave you 2 years.  Prove me wrong."

8 years later...

I'm married.

I teach something I have a passion for.

I'm an LMT, in the making to become a great L. Ac.

I have friends who have become family.

I'm still inspired.

...and I'm still here.

Blog it out...

Although I normally save this type of occasion for my pen and notebook, I am inspired by the many brave bloggers out there who daily put their hearts, emotions, rants, opinions and aspirations for the universe to indulge in.

I have decided to be brave for a moment, and "blog it out." (Kinda)

This is one of those nights that I wish I was back home in Union City where my [BFF] is only a quick drive away, and all I would need to do is call her and she would jump in her car to come and save me.  Instead, here I am on my couch, looking to [Wally] for comfort, asking him to "please stay." 

The comforting thing is:  I think he understands.

Something's...

...better than nothing, right?

I have been in an indecisive slump.  I currently have 5 unfinished posts, and I no longer have the passion for the chosen topics to be able to complete it.  There are also numerous topics of interest swimming around in my head, but I cannot commit to expressing them to my curious audience. Yes, maybe I will one day.. But until then, I have decided that: Something's better than Nothing.

I figured that I would just type.  Type until Something becomes more than Nothing.  I may just be super lazy, or I could be caught up in real, non-blogged life?  Either way, over the past 3 years, my blog and I have been having some major communication issues.

Speaking of Something's... (drum roll, please)

I have entered into the final year of the "twenty-something" life.  *sigh*

twenty-somethings:

A specific demographic group, those aged 20-29.  Often Obama supporters, heavy drinkers, users of urbandictionary.com, students, servers, bartenders, clubgoers, in massive debt yet still optimistic, and believe that they can change the world if they just work together (until they reach the threshold age of 30, when 98% of people realize the futility of their causes).

(taken from www.urbandictionary.com)

Hmm.  After reading that, it's kinda hard to decide whether I'm excited to move on from that twenty-something life, or if I'm dreading entering the cynicism of the 30's?

Attempting to cope with thirty-something coming around the corner, and at the same time, finding comfort in appreciating and leaving my twenty-something life, I came across this:

TwentySomething Jamie Cullum

After years of expensive education

a car full of books, and anticipation

I'm an expert on Shakespeare, and that's a hell of a lot

but the world don't needs scholars as much as I thought

Maybe I'll go traveling for a year,

finding myself, or start a career

I could work with the poor, though I'm hungry for fame

we all seem so different, but we're just the same

Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat

all things are easy, with a tight six-pack

who knows the answer, who do you trust

I can't even separate love from lust

Maybe I'll move back home, and pay off my loans,

working nine to five, answering phones

Don't make me live for my Friday nights,

drinking eight pints and getting into fights

I don't want to get up, just let me lie in

Leave me alone, I'm a twentysomething

Maybe I'll just fall in love, that could solve it all,

philosophers say that that's enough

there surely must be more, ooh

Love ain't the answer, nor is work

The truth deludes me so much it hurts,

but I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key,

I'm a twentysomething and I'll keep bein' me

Apparently, there's a fucking song for everything...