Finally... my first Saturday morning class

I am FINALLY going to make it to my first weekend yoga class tomorrow. My bags are all packed, my runners are out! There is no turning back now.

For all of you who don't know, I have been seriously neglecting this part of my life a fair bit for the past 15 months - there always seems to be excuses: 'I have to study ---'. Well, now that exams are over for a little over 3 weeks, I'm still mustering the strength and the discipline. This has left me pondering - I am just FULL of excuses. Procrastinator, procrastinator, procrastinator! If i was talking to myself, i would have given myself an earful. Meanwhile, the stretch marks on my thighs are getting more visible...but that's another story!

I began yoga when I was first at university (or so I thought). I say this because I went back to KL a few years ago and was flicking through my mum's bookcase and found a book (!!) in black and white, thick white vinyl binding, and lo and behold, it was a yoga book. But not JUST any yoga book, it was a book i THOUGHT was an exercise book back when i was 14 years old. I used to lock myself in my room on days when i had no tuition class and did all these breathing exercises and then proceeded to get into all those weird and wonderful poses that were supposed to open up your 'energy' (NOW i get it!). Mind you, I always flicked the last half of the book, cos there was NO way i could put my legs over my shoulders and smile at the same time. So i did the next best thing - I sat like the Buddha (also known as the Lotus pose).

I really appreciate yoga, not only for it's exercise benefits but the fact that i had spent years running for 30 - 40 minutes on the treadmill (I still do, but I have no pangs of guilt if i don't), doing high intervals of bicep and tricep curls and still never felt I had the body I wanted. Fact is, I still don't, but with yoga I found out how all those girls with fantastic triceps got there. They locked themselves up in their room on the days they had no tuition classes and actually attempted the damn poses of the last half of MY mother's secret yoga book!!!!! If only someone had told me.

My friend Hun Yew calls the flappy bits under my arms the "musjheys", and i used to be secretly horrified. They still wobble these days, but I knew that if i mustered up my strength and discipline and get my arse to yoga 3 times a week, they would wobble no more.

I am NOT that obsessed with my triceps. No, really..... :)

So, did i mention that i am SO glad i'm FINALLY going to yoga class on the weekend? DId i also mention I'm going because my beloved has to go to work, leaving me with a Saturday with nothing to do? Oh well, any sort of motivation will do.