Unfortunately, I have fallen off the yoga-love wagon. It started a few months ago when my yoga buddies started taking classes at a different time than me. I finished off the session I was enrolled in and I have not attended since June.
In my mind, I thought I could maintain my enjoyment of yoga at home and put the money saved towards something else. I thought I would do one of my many yoga DVDs that I have at home or I could practice yoga using the Wii. I was lying to myself. I'm not motivated to do anything more than a lotus (cross-legged) pose while sitting on the floor with my daughter. Oh, and the money saved, I don't know where it is or what it went towards.
There's something special about going to a yoga studio. Perhaps it's the fact that the classes are uninterrupted... time for me. Perhaps it's the gentle hands-on guidance of a great yoga teacher. Or maybe it's the ambience of gentle music, stunning artwork and flickering candles on the windowsills of the room. Whatever it is, I am desperately missing my yoga classes.
I'm starting to feel the effects of a life without yoga. I'm tired, my body feels stiff, I get frequent headaches, I don't feel as fit, my mind is cluttered with useless meandering thoughts and I get stressed more easily.
So, I'm not going to dog it anymore. It's time to dig out the yoga clothes, unroll my mat and take a few deep breaths.
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