Busy and not particularly pleasant few months. I found out an old friend died, two hours after that mum rang to tell me she had cancer (now all-clear after chemo). This was followed a couple of months later by the sudden death of my maternal uncle mid-September, followed by my maternal grandmother in early November after a week fading away in hospital and finally moving on when my mother and I were there. Her funeral is tomorrow and I desperately hope that's the end of the crap for our family.
My gym membership finally expired, and I've switched to MoveGB, which has opened up a whole world of yoga classes (you can't spit in Bristol without hitting three yoga teachers). I'm now doing Iyengar classes, one Sunday morning Hatha class, and a pilates session, and it's ridiculously good value and means I'm not limited to one gym but can actually go to places designed for yoga rather doing the hyperspeed classes with sod-all assistance that most gyms seem to put on. I am not thin, I am not bendy, I only have little legs, and I sure as hell can't go from a downward dog to a high lunge in one exhale. Fibro muscles no likey.
I'm hoping to go back to my old gym/pool using MoveGB but haven't had the inclination/energy. I have half a mind to become a yoga teacher for larger, beginner or disabled people (low-impact, gentle stuff with props, chairs, and *maybe* a sun salutation as the main course) but that's a few years down the line.
I'm hovering around the 18-stone mark at the moment, and I think my compulsive eating is getting worse, not helped that my boyfriend is 6'3", has a stupidly fast metabolism, and is always eating (I've tried to get him to give me half his portion size, but no luck). However, newsthump.com/2015/04/23/ex... so I'm going to the doctors about it, as well as about the suspected plantar fasciitis I developed after trying the C25k program earlier this year, which isn't helping the yoga.