I mean…YOGA!! I’ll admit, I’ve never tried it, never really given it a chance. And so here I am thinking that maybe…just maybe a slower, more relaxed approach might just help me get moving a bit. Hopefully my knee will cooperate and I’ll be the neighborhood yogi in a matter of weeks. Heh, heh.
what does that say? “…for INFLEXIBLE people.” What kind of lame-o negative affirmation is that?! Ok, my clever transposing brain will auto correct that title this very minute. From now on, it will read–to my brain at least, “Essential Yoga For Greater Flexibility.” Much, much better.
I’ve done a bit of study on the subject and have found that Sprouted Wheat Bread is suppose to be a healthier choice than whole wheat–and of course, almost anything is better than white bread. So, thinking that I’d have to go to some fancy-schmancy organic health food store to find it was a bit daunting. Imagine my surprise to find it at my own little old grocery store–one measly block from my house. It make a great sandwich and lovely toast.
Yes, yes. I’ll admit it. The hall cupboard was a mess. This is the top shelf and all the things you want to keep from the little people. Cleaners, bug spray, and umm…game pieces…apparently.
Second shelf was, sadly worse because with our newly acquired love of a more natural approach to healthcare, well…things on this shelf just got kinda stuffed in and neglected.
The first step was to gather and throw away everything that was old, outdated, expired or otherwise deadly. The bag was huge…trust me. I would have taken a picture of it but it sincerely embarrassed me. So, instead I snuck it out and dropped it in the trash. Next, I put all the old lotions and perfumes in a bucket and tried to figure out if I wanted to keep them or not. I looked up “perfume and lotion disposal” on Google and found that this calm, non-assuming little bucket holds “toxic, hazardous waste” and that I wasn’t suppose to dispose of it in the regular trash…it was that bad. Funny that it doesn’t say anything like that on the labels. It just tells me how to apply it to my FACE. yikes.
It was amazing how much space there was once all the crazy, nasty, old stuff was gone.
There was plenty of room for the cough drops, and light bulbs and nail polish and chap stick.
And best of all–I saved a nice, cozy spot for my oil box, smack-dab in the middle. Where we can all get at it.