If your inner voice just said, "Oh god, I do!" . . . then read on.
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First, a little backstory.
The last two years have been awfully rough for me, both on a personal and professional level. I've had to deal with getting kicked out of my office, overseeing a buildout in my new office, the loss of a close family member to suicide, and my Best Beloved nearly dying.
Between the mental hammering and a larger-than-usual amount of travel, a lot of my self-care has withered away. I'm not exercising as much. I've been eating and drinking more than is good for me. Add in the vagaries of perimenopause, and let's just say that the majority of clothes I wear now involve a good amount of give.
Between the mental hammering and a larger-than-usual amount of travel, a lot of my self-care has withered away. I'm not exercising as much. I've been eating and drinking more than is good for me. Add in the vagaries of perimenopause, and let's just say that the majority of clothes I wear now involve a good amount of give.
Now, we're in a pandemic, and everything is upside down.
Even before the pandemic, you were probably already at least a little cheese-doodle-shaped. But I'll bet - what with the increased amount of time most people are spending online - it probably hasn't gotten any better.
If you've been displaced from your office to work from home, there's a good chance you don't have a very ergonomic work setup right now. (To be honest, you probably didn't have a great one at your office, either.) You're probably on your laptop, working from your couch or kitchen table, gradually hunching over your keyboard until you turn into Gollum.
If you've been displaced from your office to work from home, there's a good chance you don't have a very ergonomic work setup right now. (To be honest, you probably didn't have a great one at your office, either.) You're probably on your laptop, working from your couch or kitchen table, gradually hunching over your keyboard until you turn into Gollum.
And damn, are our bodies feeling it.
Your back aches more. You're stiff when you stand up. Maybe you're having trouble sleeping. You've got this godawful crick in your neck that won't go away.
In a nutshell, your body feels completely fucked up right now.
I know. Mine does too.
Maybe it's the pandemic. Maybe it's just middle age. Either way, I'm tired of being stiff and achy.
In a nutshell, your body feels completely fucked up right now.
I know. Mine does too.
Maybe it's the pandemic. Maybe it's just middle age. Either way, I'm tired of being stiff and achy.
I know what I need to do, but I'm terrible at making myself do it.
Sound familiar? Oh, you too?
Or maybe you don't know what you need to do, or you have a disk issue in your back or wonky knees or whatever else the wheels are trying to fall off of.
So, I'm starting online classes designed to help you unfuck yourself. There will be a lot of yoga-based movement and breathing, but also a lot of self-massage and strengthening techniques. Hell, I'll throw in the kitchen sink if I think it'll help.
Or maybe you don't know what you need to do, or you have a disk issue in your back or wonky knees or whatever else the wheels are trying to fall off of.
So, I'm starting online classes designed to help you unfuck yourself. There will be a lot of yoga-based movement and breathing, but also a lot of self-massage and strengthening techniques. Hell, I'll throw in the kitchen sink if I think it'll help.
Who is this for? (Hint: No instagram models need apply)
My primary audience is what I think of as the CREAMED of the crop - CREAky Middle-AgEd Dames (or anyone who feels like one). This is for my Gen-X+ sisters, sweary dames with silver roots (or more!), who finds that the give-a-fuck fairy keeps running short nowadays.
Or, y'know, anyone who feels stiff and creaky, whether or not you've been hunching over your laptop for hours on end.
Please note that this is NOT for children or those easily offended. If you have delicate sensibilities, we should probably just admire each other from afar.
Or, y'know, anyone who feels stiff and creaky, whether or not you've been hunching over your laptop for hours on end.
Please note that this is NOT for children or those easily offended. If you have delicate sensibilities, we should probably just admire each other from afar.
Free? Seriously?
Yep. Seriously.
So just how do I get on this crazy train?
The answer is "Click on the button o'er yonder" and sign up for the UFYS newsletter, including reminders about upcoming classes. Or you can just sign up directly for a class here.
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