A few years ago I gave up smoking and took up yoga. If you do yoga, then you probably know how surprisingly difficult but ultimately satisfying it can be. Yoga is a unique form of exercise, I think, because it’s about the whole person. When you practice, you are attending to your mind and spirit, as well as your body. It can be transformative.
I’m not sure how it happened-a missed practice here, something somewhere was sore, I skipped another practice there- but one day I just completely fell off the yoga wagon. I stopped going.
I started walking. Walking was great, too, and can also be meditative.
I walked quite a lot during vacation. When I came back from vacation, I stopped. After the peaceful sand beaches, and beautiful mountain trails, my urban neighborhood sidewalks could not hold my attention.
Eventually, my pants issued a formal complaint and refused to meet me in the middle. When pants start complaining you might as well do what they want because they won’t stop bitching until you do. You could buy new pants. Quieter pants. But they will eventually do the same exact thing.
So I’ve resumed my yoga practice. I hope, this time, for good. My down dog is looking a little ragged but it’s good to have her back.