Yoga

I was kind of amused to see the quote of the day on the side of my page for today...

"Yoga is bodily gospel" -Reaven Fields

I'm not sure if I think of yoga in a religious way- but I will say it's probably the most spiritual I am these days. I didn't always think of it in such a positive light. In fact, the first time I tried it- I hated it.

F was born via repeat c-section, and at my 6 week PP check up I was given the ok by my doctor to begin light-moderate exercise. I assumed that yoga was something really easy (after all, it's just stretching, right???) so I took a walk down to the gym in my parents neighborhood and took a class.

And then I wanted to die.

I didn't really think the whole thing out. Like the fact that I had just had surgery that cut up and sliced to ribbons all the muscles I would be needing that day. Or the fact that I had no phone, so once I walked down there, I would be stuck walking home again.

I avoided yoga for about three years after that. Just flat out refused to consider it as an exercise possibility. I tried it again earlier this year.

To my surprise- I started loving it. I started looking forward to it every day. I practice yoga 4 to 5 times a week now. And I say "practice" because I am still not that good at it. I am certain I look very ridiculous. I know the S and F seem to find it amusing, at the least.

But I love it. It's my "me" time. It's one thing I can do that is all my own. No matter what time of day I set aside time for it, I am grateful for that half hour I give myself. I love waking up in the morning and starting out with yoga. I love ending the day with yoga and just letting all the stress leave before going to bed. I love taking a break in the middle of a very stressful day- forgetting about the phone calls that need to be made or the fact the S and F are making me want to pull my hair out.

I never thought I would love it as much as I do. It's too bad I didn't discover this years ago!