I am really wanting to get back into yoga. There are many many reasons for this, some of which are as follows:
1. I have have chronic, terrible, debilitating asthma. (And before you say, it's because you're fat! let me say, NO, it isn't. I've had it since I was three, and was hospitalized 17 times before I was 13. Being fat doesn't HELP the asthma, but being thin doesn't make it go away. But thanks for pointing out that I'm fat.) As such, a lot of cardio based exercises don't work for me. Running? Not unless an ambulance is the pace car. Elliptical machines? Not without oxygen and a crash cart near by.
But the yoga, oh the yoga. I can do it, I can feel it working, and I don't feel like I'm literally going to die. (Though sometimes in a pose I do think "Oh man, if I have to hold this for another 50 seconds I might DIE" but it's not from actual oxygen deprivation.) So yay.
2. Yoga is quiet. I used to walk quite a lot (and still enjoy the walking) but when I walk, I talk to God. Which is lovely and very good for me, clearly, but when I am in a yoga practice, I LISTEN to God (instead of yapping at Him; if you're reading these, it's probably clear that I have issues with silence. Yoga makes me shut up and listen.)
3. "eat, pray, love." Heck, it worked for Elizabeth Gilbert.
So where's my yoga practice at, you're wondering? How come there are no yoga-y workouts listed on my profile? What kind of yoga slacker AM I?
Wellllll... it's on hold.
Here's the thing: I'm getting ready to relocate. I'm moving about 1,000 miles away from my current abode. As such, all of my stuff is -- EVERYWHERE. In boxes. Stacked high. That includes my yoga mat and block... and yoga clothes ... and everything else. It also means that I have no place to stretch out in a downward facing dog, because again, there are boxes everywhere.
I HATE it. I hate being on hold, and I hate that I'm the one who has put myself here. However, I am so excited to be moving, and to know that soon I will have a wonderful, large space in which to stretch and hold and think... because that's the beauty of being on hold, isn't it? Eventually, it ends.
Have a fabulous Friday, y'all!
