Tonight, I finally took my first real step toward the dreaded bridal fitness regime everyone (/my maid of honour, who started her own regime before I even realised it was a thing) keeps talking about, and went to a yoga class. True, the class followed a double cheeseburger and three chicken selects at McDonalds, but that's neither here nor there stop judging me.
Yoga is something I've tried many times in many forms, always to little success - hot yoga was too moist, laughter yoga too uncomfortable, regular yoga too giggle inducing. But in the name of both looking toned in my dress (I may go strapless) and of possibly meeting new people in my local area (I have no friends), I risked a giggle fest and went to a bog standard yoga class - if nothing else, I figured, it would make me feel all zen and whooshy about the more stressful elements of planning a wedding/a life/of being a human being in general. And you know what? It wasn't awful. Did I almost laugh more than once? Yes. Did I find myself falling deeper into my 'cat lady' role by enjoying the cat pose most? Yes. Was it a little odd when class ended on 10 minutes in the dark, under blankets, 'breathing'? Oh hell yes. But I did it, and I feel refreshed, and I feel like I've done my body some good. I will be returning next week.
Ommmmmmmmmm!
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