A friend (sadly my only friend, living here) found a weekly Yoga class and invited me to join with her. Sounded fun, I have tried doing Yoga with a TV exercise show ad I enjoyed it, and like most things I bet live and in person is better than by video.
I was not disappointed, class is lots of fun, I needed a little equipment - mat, 2 blocks, and a strap, fortunately my birthday was coming and the stuff only costs around $30. So Yoga is about stretching, breathing and getting all the fluid in your body to flow better, at least this is what I have learned so far, probably a little simple but your with me so far. I have also learned that I am more flexible than my fat will allow, and all my belly fat makes breathing in some positions a little difficult. Thankfully the class is full of normal people so I am comfortable stretching and trying.
So I have found something for me to do regularly, and even if I won't give it priority, my oldest daughter will. Last week as I am trying to get dinner in the kids, homework done, kitchen cleaned, and changed for Yoga - drama Queen (my oldest @ 11) comes in the kitchen to find me wiping off the stove top.
"When is Yoga class?" asks drama Queen.
I glance up at the clock, "In 10 minuted, guess I'll miss it," I sigh.
"Mom, this isn't important, and you like Yoga, GO change," replies drama Queen forcefully.
And so I made it to Yoga, a little late, but I made it and had an important lesson reinforced by my lovely daughter - I am worth taking some time for, motherhood isn't martyrdom.
