I am lazy. Not in the traditional sense, but when it comes to exercise, I have been open about my crazy unmatched super-hero like ability to find a way out of exercise. My newest work around is Wii Fit Yoga. It hurts, but I don’t sweat that much so it doesn’t feel like exercise.
The problem is, yoga is supposed to be calming and meditative for it to really work and so far we fallen a bit short around here on calm or meditative.
Let me describe the scene this morning:
I am laying prone (in so many ways) on the living room floor while both boys sit or stand so close to me that it is hard for me to even spread my arms all the way out. In fact, The Middle One pointed out that I wasn’t “posing right” because I had one arm slightly bent so as not to smack The Baby right in the face.
I have gotten pretty adept at tuning out the running commentary that comes through all my Wii workouts (don’t you people have Legos or something to play with?!?) , but this morning I had the added task of trying to tune out the ferociously dirty diaper that appeared somewhere around downward facing dog time. (Apparently yoga relaxes at least one of us.)
Can you picture it? A deadly smell that hits me on every inhale and a constant barrage of “Mom, what about?” and “Mom remember when I…?”
I am sure you can guess, a white sandy beach was not exactly where I go to during my serene time. Mostly I was trying to train my zen focus on not screaming, “please just shut up or go away!!”. I did not shout either of those things-so perhaps the yoga is working.
As if these boys weren’t enough competition for Liz my Wii Yogi, I also have a cat. I did forget for a while that I had a cat. He managed to be mostly quiet for yoga time. That is, until I layed on the floor for a shoulder stand when suddenly, from under the couch behind me, I was attacked-ninja style- and had my head locked in a tooth/claw death grip.
Then I did scream (and I might have shoved him a bit with my tennis shoe) and got yelled at by The Middle One for saying, “jesus“. I explained I was merely asking for Jesus’s help to not kill the cat with my bare hands. T.M.O seemed to settle for that.
I finished out my workout with Wii boxing. Seems a better fit for my life right now. Certainly, smashing some guys in the face helped me get to my happy place. I even sweat a little.
And still I think this is better than the gym?
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