Maybe this is just some bullshit faux realization, but I think part of the reason I fall into funks (of the mood, not the body) so often and so consistently is that I have super high expectations of everyone else, but have consistently set the bar pretty low for myself. So, as part of my “2011, I’m gonna rock your world” campaign, I just signed up for a month of unlimited yoga classes via Groupon, and I’m going to try to go a lot. Ok, at least two times a week. Maybe this will be the start of a calmer, more centered Shaunasaurus? Although my mantra is still gonna be the same:  “I have come here to chew bubble gum and kick ass, and I’m all out of bubble gum.”