I cannot claim to be a person who has continuously exercised and eaten right. Instead, I will do great for awhile, and then slide into allowing a busy schedule and fatigue to act as an excuse to be a couch potato that eats poorly. Every new round is begun with promises to myself that I am NOT going to stop this time. I feel and look so much better, it is crazy to slide off the treadmill.
I hate to admit this, but the cycle I described above has been my modus operandi for DECADES. And I have done it all. Gone to clubs, aerobics, personal trainers, solitary exercise…I have a collection of workout videos that would be the envy of any serious home workout buff. I have done free weights, jogging, hiking, swimming, dancing, and many of these things I still love and some I will never do again and good riddance. The one thing I always come back to is Yoga.
The thing is, I have never gone to a Yoga class. I am one of those people who doesn’t want to do something in a group unless I already have at least the basics down. So I am not certain I am doing the poses correctly. And since I have a mind that tends to head off in random directions, creating scenario after scenario, sometimes I just get the giggles. I will think to myself, ‘Feh, what if I twist not quite right and get stuck like this?’ Then I have to imagine myself trying to get the door open, and navigating the stairs, or trying to reach my phone from my pretzel crab position….and I start laughing. Then it is, ‘Stop this NOW…get serious…your body will thank you.’ And then, ‘Ohmuhgawd, what if I HURT myself?’ And the inner argument progresses until my body and mind finally hit a rhythm and the Yoga just takes over. The poses come fluidly, my body seems to know what is right and what is not. I end up feeling great, happy, solidly HERE, and BALANCED in mind, body, and spirit.
I love Yoga. And this time I am not going to stop.