I'm a big fan of desserts. I made for Mother's Day. The calorie content of it was, shall we say, on the side of horrific. I mean, egg yolks and condense milk are a delicious combination but just begging for some sort of fat content award.

I decided that I couldn't just eat a mouthful and get away with it. Well, yesterday, I ate several mouthfuls and then collapsed in a food coma. But 2 days in a row was pushing it.

So instead, I decided to eat my mouthful and head to the gym.

I'm a member of LA Fitness even though I do not live in LA. It's a chain of gyms along this side of the US. I'm actually not sure about the rest of the country, but I'm sure the LA Fitness webpage would tell me....

I used to be a member of Bally's but I never went to that gym even a quarter as much as I go to LA Fitness.

As a member, I've never taken any classes or did the free training sessions. I like to listen to podcasts and giggle to myself while on the weight machines or the elliptical.

Anyway, today was the first time I took a class. I watched while the class before us sweat and stepped to music. All I wanted was the calming joys of yoga.

But I haven't taken a yoga class in years, preferring to do it from disc at home. I'd forgotten the class atmosphere pushes you to go further. Maybe it's just me, but I don't want to be the person who falls out of the one legged chair pose. (I did, though. Fall, that is.)

Anyway, after a hour of yoga, my arms are sore from holding down dog to plank to left-arm to left elbow plank to warrior pose. She really made us hold that down dog pose for a long time.