Me and Yoga. Yoga and me?

Ok. Let me just preface this by saying that I never really enjoyed the thought of yoga. Workout? Sure. (chuckle)

Seriously. Do I sound like an asshole yet?

The meditation, the "non workout", the unbelievably torturous looking stretching, all the crap that you think you know. The OM's.

Well, was I ever wrong. I had taken maybe one yoga class in the last 5 years of my life and I didn't really care for it. I was much more into getting on a treadmill if you know what I mean.

Both of my besties do yoga and Tess decided to invite us both to her Monday night yoga class. So we went. Since I started working at the gym I have been going 5-6 days a week, taking every class I possibly could and I've started getting in really good shape. Thanks to a certain breastfeeding baby, the scale hasn't budged much but in all honesty I would rather be in shape than skinny.

Well I came out of that yoga class pissed. Why you ask? I'm not sure. I have a very different outlook on my body since actually birthing a child. I don't know what it is, but I give my body a lot more credit than I used to. You know for housing 2 full term babies and creating life and all.

I think I was a little frustrated with the fact that yoga is all about your body. It's not like going to Body Pump and not being able to lift a certain weight. It's your body. And why can't I do that?!

So I got over my fear and went to my gym and took the next available yoga class. By myself.

Well, let me tell you it was the best decision I ever made. The girl who teaches is amazing. Like seriously amazing. It's very different than the class I started taking with my girlfriends. And I SWEAT.LIKE.A.BEAST. Since then I have been taking every yoga class I can get to at my gym.

Maybe it's the crazy that comes along with being a mama. Of 2 crazy girls. But that one hour is like heaven to me. And that is something that you really can't put a price on.

It also doesn't hurt that you basically sleep for the last 10 minutes.

I did hot yoga last night and while the thought of sweating my ass off really didn't appeal to me, I have to say it was pretty nice being able to touch my toes and be more flexible than I have been in my entire life! Needless to say I tried to touch my toes this morning and I failed.

Now if only I could master the effing head stand.

Anyone else a hardcore yoga lover? Does it get easier?!


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