How do I know this?
I know this because not only am I chicken-sitting for fun and not profit I am now, at great personal peril, attending yoga classes.
Yes, I said YOGA!
And, Yes, fluffy people can attend yoga, too!
I have other new age stuff to share but since I am all about keeping my posts short and sweet...
Were you snorting at that?
Were you actually snorting at me over the short and sweet thing?
All things are relative.
It's not like I share "War and Peace volume tomes with you each day on my blog, and..."
What was I talking about?
Oh yea, Zen, in pursuit of...
So my naturopath (see? New Age Woman! I told you!) and a lot of the books I read say yoga is the best way to achieve inner zen and peaceful spiritual harmony.
And, of course, I've been hearing this for years now...
But what finally got me motivated to attending yoga was something deeper. Something even more spiritual.
You know bat wings, right? Those things that dangle below your conceptual-bicep area and continue to wave long after you have lowered your hand!
There is this woman in WW's who has lost mega-weight...like 100 pounds...and she looks fantastic! Really firm and tight. There is this other woman who has lost 100 pounds who looks like .... ummm.... the saggy baggy skinny elephant. (Sssshhhh...Don't tell her I said that, OK!)
The skinny little firm and tight woman attended yoga throughout her weight loss journey.
The saggy, baggy skinny elephant woman (who I more closely relate to at this time) did not!
Now, I ask you.
If you can achieve ZEN and get rid of bat wings AND lose the family resemblance to the saggy baggy elephant wouldn't you do it?
I feel a little bad for deceiving my naturopath who now thinks I am on the road to enlightment. She even hugged me and I felt kinda/sorta bad that she thought I was taking the high road to spiritual growth when really I am just being shallow in pursuit of ridding myself of bat wings and saggy baggy!
I will tell you all about being the only person in a yoga class filled with women who can sit cross-legged on the floor without screaming another day. I am still fairly traumatized by the whole spandex yoga bodies that inhabit the class and the fact that I am the only one embarrassing myself by screaming out "Uncle" during many of the movements.
For now, though, I will leave you in pursuit of Zen since I have a yoga class at 11:30 this morning. Please pray for me.
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