I am ready to admit
My name is Jenny and I have failed on my New Year's Resolution.
Okay, so in Ireland over Christmas I had grand plans. Somehow I convinced myself I would start the new year with a new me. The first victim...my plans for daily yoga.
I thought about blaming the cats. You see, Rafa tried to strangle me last week. (Note to self...yoga, a small space, a loving cat, and an iron sitting on the ironing board is a recipe for disaster.) In an unrelated incident, do you know how hard it is to transition from downward dog when you have sleeping cat on the mat under you? Even Moses seems to think my yoga mat is his own blue scratching pad. (Rafa gives him bonus points if he catches my toes!)
In all honesty though, it is a time factor. I have a few "On Demand" yoga programs I enjoy on the DVR. In the last few weeks though I have decided that at 5:30am my fingers are better at typing than my body is at stretching. I have nothing against yoga, but I am giving up on my notion of 20-30 minutes a day. I am thinking 1-2 times a week is plenty for now.
So I will take a few deep breaths and move on to my next