Wednesday 23 February 2011

Breakfast the Forty-Fifth

Soda bread with lashings of butter & honey, and mango & passionfruit smoothie.
I am ludicrously stiff this evening. It's because I'm such an insufferable teacher's pet. Last night was yoga night again and my instuctor said "very nice" to one of my poses. I am a terrible praise junkie, so I always want more. In my desperate pursuit of another yogic gold star I think I pulled just about every muscle in my body.

I would have hoped that by aged 28 I had outgrown the need for praise from teacher types. Alas, the truth is, I can be sustained for weeks on the morsels of mild affirmation thrown my way by persons in instructive positions.

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