I went to this site called Wordle.net, where you can enter your blog URL and they’ll make this beautiful cloud of all the words you commonly use. I plugged in this address, and not one mention of yoga. No asana, no ashtanga, no breath, no driste! Oh dear. Those of us who thought this was a yoga blog (myself included) have apparently been misguided.
The truth is, I haven’t been regularly practicing. I’ve still been teaching three mornings a week (I’m currently waiting for a client right now, but I’m beginning to suspect that he will be a no-show), but my own practice has been intermittent at best. Once or twice a week, maybe. And I miss it.
I could say that I have a really good excuse for all this, but it’s not really that great of an excuse. You see, I’m 13 wks pregnant. SURPRISE! HOORAY!! And while some people might say that this is a fabulous excuse, I say for me, it isn’t. And here’s why.
Now, Guruji recommends not practicing at all during the first trimester. So I could have used that as an excuse, but that seemed a little extreme to me. So I can’t use that one. I practiced, but slowly. You can read below a few posts of my practices over the past few months. Slow, introspective, modifications here and there.
And some people could use the “Morning Sickness” excuse, but I haven’t had Morning Sickness, I’ve had Night Sickness. I feel just fine in the mornings. Great, in fact. Unfortunately, I’ve become lazy. My mornings consist of leisurely sipping the 1/2 cup of coffee I allow myself and carefully measuring and grinding flax seeds to add to my smoothies and reading about babies and shopping for cribs and lounging in bed while answering work emails and all these other nonessential things that somehow add up to a morning. And then I will tell myself, “I’ll practice this afternoon.”
But by the time I get home from work, I’m exhausted and queasy and headachey. (I’ve had a headache for two months now, it’s become somewhat of a state of being so that I hardly notice it.)
So I lay on the couch and come up with the laziest excuses for dinner you could imagine. I’m a shadow of my former self in the kitchen. It’s really quite sad. Yesterday I bought pre-chopped onions because I am apparently too lazy to chop an onion. But that’s nothing compared to the day before when I bought a frozen entrée from Trader Joe’s, or the day before that when I had Annie’s Mac n Cheese and made myself eat some strawberries so I could at least have something fresh in my body before I went to bed. So pathetic.
That’s okay, really. I’m allowing myself this time to be as lazy as I want to be because my energy is slowly coming back to me and guess what? Two weeks ago I started making ears. Tiny little ears on a body that weighed less than a Magic Marker. And lately I’ve been busy moving those ears up to where they should be while I’m working on lips, nostrils, cheeks and chin. Meanwhile, I’m improving brain development, and I gave my baby reflexes already so that if you could touch her little palm, her fingers would curl. (Yes, I think it’s a girl. But of course Tay thinks boy) So a little rest and a few shortcuts in other areas of my life are warranted, I think.
However, now that my energy levels are slowly returning, and while I’m still extremely mobile and only have a small belly getting in my way, I’d like to regain some routine with my practice. Last night I made lasagna from scratch, minus the pre-chopped onions. That must be a sign.
So here’s my plan. Practice 4 mornings a week, Saturday through Tuesday. I teach Wednesday through Friday, so on those mornings I’ll do my PreNatal Pilates in the early mornings and go for a walk in the evenings. And I’ll join Yogamum on ‘Fess-up Fridays to measure how I’ve done.
And since today is Friday, and my client is an obvious no-show, I’m off to do some Pilates.