Tonight I decided it was time.
Time to stop fiddlin’ with this guilt over not exercising and living a way that I know makes me feel better… physically and mentally.
So, I asked Add if she wanted to play yoga with me.
Add enthusiastically agreed– not knowing what on earth yoga even was…
If only I could be as enthusiastic about the unknown… lol!
Anyhoo, I went to grab my favorite yoga DVD and couldn’t find it anywhere… ugh! This is a trait I get from my mama. We are always losing things and digging for things and finding other things… always.
This is what I was looking for:
I have to admit I frowned when I realized it was Bob or nothin’ and I had already promised the Monkey some yoga play time.
It ain’t about Bob, he is nice and all.
It is just that being the lazy mama that I have been for months, Denise’s relaxing version (muted) was more what I had in mind for my first yoga with my little lady.
Bob’s butt kickin’ yoga makes me sore and makes me sweat…
Anyhoo, I started putting the dvd in the Xbox and Add got upset.
“Mommy, no! We are suppose to play yoga!”
“Oh honey, we are going to play yoga. We have to watch Bob and see what he does.”
I hit play and up comes Bob and the Biggest Loser crew.
“NOOOOOO!!!! Mommy! Where is Bob?!?!”
“He is right there.”
“No he isn’t. Where is he?”
It then hits me that Add thought we were going to play yoga with Bob the Tomato, not Bob the Trainer.
I then explained that we would be working with Bob the trainer, not Bob the tomato.
A disappointed Add agreed to go on to the yoga business and did very well through the 5 minute warm up.
The rest of the workout was a combination of Add trying to follow along with lots of encouragement from mama and then realizing it was much more fun to climb on mama when she was in all of the jungle gym like poses.
Hey, we don’t call her Monkey for nothin’.
I really wish I had pictures.
It was comical.
In the end, the work out wasn’t nearly as bad as I had thought.
I had a blast sharing it with my lil’ Add.
And, I feel fantastic to boot.
Why have I waited so long to get back in the saddle?
And Denise, go ahead and hide… I think I need to kick it up a notch.