Sunday, September 21, 2014
My friend wants me to join her in Yoga two mornings a week before work starts. I don't know if I am interested in giving up my early mornings, which means getting up two hours earlier. Perhaps I am over thinking it.
Despite the fact I made fun of Yoga, I think it teaches a good thing. We are all beautiful. It also is a good form of meditation while at the same time, helping with balance and mobility. One of my wise old friends (81 years old) told me I should do Yoga and try it for a month. If I didn't like it, then ditch it. But, she said, I would probably come to realize it would change my life. She said it is also a great way to slim down. By visualization?
All those who claim Yoga keeps them a size four and looking fine....I call booolshit.
That comes from other combinations of eating clean, caring about your well-being, and exercising. And truthfully, some people just are blessed with good genetics. I am not so lucky. I really have to work at it.
Because I would really rather have that huge Prime Rib steak than a salad with an apple for dessert. And it would really like to stick on me. But I don't feel good with a steak on my thigh. At this age it is more difficult to feel mobile and strong without crepitus.
So what is the solution for old folks? Yoga? Some say so.
I say, maybe. Maybe I will try it again and work on my balance.
Add in another class. It's not like I don't fill all my work time and time in between Bug's school time with workouts of some sorts. I work out during lunch. I run when she is in bed. Now...early mornings? Maybe. I don't regret the weird scheduling. That way I don't miss out on her time with me.
So perhaps I will become a Yoga fanatic.
Call me a freak.
I just hope I don't axhale so much. It's embarrassing.
In the meantime...Moose and I are going to rest. I am still sicker than a dog. What does that mean anyway? Moose is not sick.