tank ~ thrifted
hat ~ Kohls
leggings ~ Family Dollar
flannel ~ swap
boots ~ b. (a resale shop)
Everyone says that yoga is supposed to be relaxing and meditative. And for me, it sometimes is. However, on any given day, these are the thoughts that go through my head while doing yoga:
~ Is my tank going to start riding up and expose my belly while I’m in down dog?
~ Oh no, it is. I can feel it creeping!
~ Will the teacher yell at me if I slowly pull my tank back down over my belly?
~ Did anyone else see that?
~ Why did I think Taco Bell would be a good pre-yoga lunch?
~ I bet I’ll be able to do a handstand today!
~ But only if no one is watching.
~ And what if my shirt creeps up again while doing it?
~ I am going to start doing yoga every day.
~ I’m going to be so strong.
~ I’m going to have a body like Gwyneth Paltrow.
~ I bet Gwyneth Paltrow never drinks beer.
~ It’s not worth it then.
~ I’ll settle for arms like Gwyneth Paltrow.
~ There’s no way I’ll be able to do a handstand today.
~ At least my shirt won’t ride up!
~ OK, meditation time, clear your mind.
~ No really, clear your mind.
~ But there’s so much to do!
~ I need to do laundry. All of it.
~ Are we out of milk? I’d better check when I get home.
~ What should we have for dinner tonight?
~ Seriously, clear your mind.
~ Maybe deeper breathing will help.
~ Why is the guy next to me breathing so loudly?
~ I should be more like him.
~ And Gwyneth Paltrow.
~ No, I don’t want to be like her.
~ Maybe just her arms.