I'm really trying to get into the habit of updating this blog everyday, but sometimes, there just doesn't seem to be much to talk about, that's interesting, that is. Last night I was superwoman, I cooked dinner, did the dishes, bathed both the kids, and did 45 minutes of yoga. Go me. The scale is hanging at the same number, but I figure all this work has to be doing something. Doing/performing/practicing yoga with your husband on the kitchen and your 4-year old playing/whining/trying to steal your blocks isn't quite the rewarding/relaxing/pleasing experience it should be, but I'm trying. And man, am I sore. Who would have thought holding a pose and stretching could create such soreness. I'm quickly becoming addicted though. And I've decided that following a yoga DVD with peaceful yoga, rather than Denise Austin's hyperactive yoga is much more pleasant.
And there we have it, my yoga impressions.