Well… Kind of
I used to love to do yoga before I got pregnant. I was always more of a pop in a DVD or stream a video kind of person. I tried a couple of classes, but they just weren’t for me. I was too self conscious and too aware of everyone else in the room to really get into it.
When I found out about my tummy traveler, I even bought some pregnancy yoga DVDs. I used them once, then decided to take a nap. Naps then took precedence over anything else.
It has been years now since I’ve felt those feelings of calm, strength, unity, and centeredness that only yoga provides. But…
Yesterday I did 20 minutes worth of yoga! YAY!
It took 40+ minutes though, because I had to:
• With urgency, retrieve all of the toys and trucks that my toddler rolled under the couch. He was having a mental breakdown about needing them. Every single one. Even the one that was impossible to reach and I had to search for the perfect lengthed thing to reach it. Once they were all retrieved. He didn’t want any of them and went on to play with something else.
• Get off the yoga mat because my son needed to flip it upside down, fold it up, and lay on it.
• Make him a “shake shake” (protein shake)
• Keep him from doing all the things he is not supposed to do, but was doing because I was distracted.
• Pause and rewind the video many many times.
• Reposition myself several times because he was trying to do yoga too. (I really loved this and was hoping he would join in, but after he would do a position, he would look at me and laugh. He was doing the positions better than me because I’m so out of practice and out of shape. I think he was actually making fun of me. Lol!)
• Open doors so dogs could go in and out and in and out.
• Take his hand and walk down the hall for no apparent reason.
It has been suggested to do yoga after I put my son to bed. And although that would be the perfect time to really get in the zone, I honestly want him to be a part of it and be interested in doing it with me.
I’m trying it again today. Wish me luck!
