
And that's it, folks! My first month of yoga. Twelve classes, six teachers, two studios -- and even one yoga tape. I started as a total cynic, but you know what? I kind of liked it! It was nice having three times during my week set aside to do something good for myself...

Give a teacher a subject and get one lesson. Give another teacher the same subject and get something completely different. We all know that's the way it is, right...

I've been doing yoga for three weeks now and taken classes from six different teachers -- and I'm starting to figure out what I like and what maybe isn't my favorite when it comes to yoga. For example, here's a big surprise -- I like Down Dog! I know, right? Weird...

Huh. Curious. Maybe it was having a work-free day (thank you, Veterans!), hence adding no stress to my life... or maybe the fact that I spent all day watching back-to-back Colin Firth movies, hence using no energy in my stores... or maybe it was that I felt kind of cute in my yoga clothes.....

It seems like, now that I'm doing yoga, I find that everyone around me is doing yoga too. On Sunday morning at the ungodly hour of 9am, I went to a class with Lisa at YogaLife.....

Whoa. Get this. Yesterday, I TOUCHED THE FLOOR! Yes! In Forward Fold -- bent over, butt in the air, and fingertips just touching the floor. Of course, the person next to me practically had her face on the floor, but I take what I can get...

















