So, I've started doing yoga again, for a few reasons. One, I've gotten too chubby again and I need to do something about that. Two, exercise helps migraines and mine have gotten ridiculous. Three, yoga is good for stress reduction. Stress causes migraines, see above...
Now, I am aware that I could lose weight faster if I did something more...cardio, I guess. But, here's the thing, I don't like to exercise. When it comes to that sort of thing, I am LAZY. All that huffing and puffing and strenuous effort? No thanks. The problem with this is that it makes a person chubby and out of shape. But yoga? It's the same as dance, there's not so much perceived effort. Or maybe I just like the type of effort better, who knows? I mean, I am perfectly willing to expend large amounts of energy on something I enjoy doing. Exercising just doesn't happen to be one of those things.
I do love yoga, though, and have been trying to do it at least every other day. So, yesterday, there I was, on the front room floor with the Small Daughter, doing downward facing dog. I had the front door open, because it was a beautiful day and none of the windows in the front of my apartment open. Downward facing dog, butt in the air, wearing nothing but a sports bra and a pair of yoga capris and suddenly I hear a tenor voice at my door.
"Hi, we're looking for Tara?"
Up comes my head, down comes by butt and I find myself staring into the faces of two young gentlemen from my church. Heh.
"Hi Tara" Eyes looking everywhere possible, except at me, small smiles flitting across their faces.
"Hi!" I say brightly. I'm not overly modest, to be perfectly honest, but it was a smidge awkward.
One of them started talking and I asked him to hold his thought for a moment and I went in my room and found a shirt to put on, then came back out and invited them in, at which point they both laughed. Probably finding a semi unclothed woman on the floor in an awkward position was not what they were expecting. But, hey, makes for a good story.