My Yoga Confession

13 Jan

7baa238af93111e1af7822000a1e8caa_7I may not like yoga, but I do like donuts.

I don’t like yoga.

There, I said it.

I feel guilty even putting those words into print. It’s like saying you don’t like babies or puppies. (Well, I am mortally afraid of puppies, but that’s a different story.)

Yoga is great for you! It heals the soul and the body! Yoga changed my life and it can change yours!

Actually, I believe all those things. Which is why I’ve tried and I’ve tried to like yoga.

I completed an entire beginner class series. I got the Jillian Michael’s version for Christmas, invested in a yoga mat, and dutifully stared at the DVD for an entire year with the best of intentions. I paid large amounts of money to take a class in London where I was reassured it was “okay that you can’t do the middle splits yet.” (What?? Is that a thing in a beginner yoga class?).

Yet through all of this, I can’t seem to like it.

Maybe it’s because I’m not flexible. Maybe it’s because I’m bad at turning off my brain. Or maybe it’s just like The Vampire Diaries or sushi—something that seems like it should be a great fit, something I want desperately to like, but ultimately I don’t.

And just like the day when I gave up forcing myself to watch Damon, Stefan and Elena, I’m giving up liking yoga.

But I’m not giving up trying to like it yet.

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2 Responses to “My Yoga Confession”

  1. Lindsey January 18, 2013 at 6:49 pm #

    The only time I like doing yoga is right after a run. It is really relaxing then. I also like doing it outside, and it has to be a good instructor.

    • jillianlorraine January 19, 2013 at 12:57 am #

      Lindsey, I’m impressed with any and all yoga ventures.

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