I love to cook healthy. I hate to exercise.
One of my best buds, whom we’ll call Starbuck (re: the fictional kick-bootay pilot) has been telling me for two years that yoga is about breathing, stillness, listening to your body, and God. Honestly, until Monday night, I don’t know that I really got it. I’ve always thought yoga was about exercise, because that’s the context in which I’ve always pursued it: exercise where I don’t have to wind myself and sweat a lot. I was first introduced to yoga many years after I’d hung up my tutu of 11+ years, and I was like, “Oooh! Ballet for grown ups! Awesome!” But I’ve mostly only done yoga via DVD or at the gym, which hasn’t provided much instruction on the meditative and spiritual elements of yoga.
When I have done yoga, I’ve enjoyed it, but it’s never really stuck, and I’ve never really pursued it with passion. I would say, it’s like, my exercise of choice whenever I choose exercise, which is rarely.