Wake Up, Mummy!
After I told my doctor that I needed to get over all my excuses and get back into yoga to help control the stress that has dominated this pregnancy, and explained again this morning to Kristen that I needed to just get over it and do it, I decided to start today. I begin every yoga practice with meditation. It was not my most peaceful meditation, as a poopy-pants boy kept trying to pry open my eyes, assuming that I was playing our sleeping game. We progressed to the warm ups, which were also difficult as he had decided, once he knew I was awake, to sit in my lap and watch the video with me.
I could not relax. We took a break to change his diaper.
I was completely winded, two minutes into the video, from carrying 28 pounds up and down the stairs, but resumed my practice, desperately seeking the peace I used to find in the slow, controlled movements and deep breaths. Just as I found my rhythm in the movements and rejoiced that I wasn’t as wiped out as I had been when I first (and last) did the video, several months ago, the phone rang. I looked at the clock to realize it was time to go to the park with our friends.
Yoga log: 4 minutes. It’s pathetic, but it’s more than I’ve done since September, and it’s a start on the path to finding relaxation.