CCXI: Sexy?

Oh, how I love finding hidden meanings in Roman numerals. I stand corrected.

Clearly I had nothing of consequence to write about today. I could tell you how unsexy I look after hot yoga--I saw my post-class reflection on the Skytrain tonight and noticed that my face was purple.

Or how I came home to my parents having dinner with our two homestays (no worries, I didn't feel like they were cheating on me. I had told them to start without me); point being, the homestay whom I have warmed up to was looking through a collection of my dad's edited vacation movies--he makes photo collage DVD covers for each of them--and she remarked that I look much better now than before and to never stop doing yoga. She said this because I had told them that since starting yoga earlier this year, in addition to eating healthier, I have lost ten pounds.

I need to see which photos she was looking at.

I also need to never stop doing yoga, if it means adopting a guru persona after going broke from the costs of annual membership. It's a steep, purple-faced and sweaty road I have ahead of me. And oh so very sexy.