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Gillian, Yoga and My New Start

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My journey through Ace Your Health – the Queen of Diamonds

I have talked about this before – I have a few pet peeves in life. I hate the sound of slurping, I get frustrated when people are late and I am completely intolerant of liars. Oh and if you make a commitment, then keep it and if you can’t – be honest about why.

So, I am sure you can imagine I am feeling a little sheepish this week. I made a commitment to Theresa; I told her come hell or high water, I would blog weekly about my experiences. But I missed last week – and I think I have missed a week or two earlier in the fall. Yikes. What happened? Life did. And I know, that is a pretty darn lame excuse, but life happens. And in a way I am glad it did; as once  again my life intersects with the chapter I am on.

Stretching.

I make an elephant look like a cat.

I can barely touch my kneecaps, let alone my ankles.

Stretching is more foreign to me than baking!

But, I suspect that is all about to change. You see tomorrow, I am having a private yoga class. Well, not so private as there will be three of us there – but darn close to it. I have done yoga three times in my life and each time has been an exercise in futility. Rather than concentrate on the stretch, I worried about flatulence. I did not connect with anything but my brain and its constant mantra of “please don’t fart, please don’t fart.” And then, being the child I am, I would being to giggle. And then, sadly, I would be asked to leave.

Yes, I am that person.

But tomorrow, tomorrow will be a new day. It will mark my assent into adulthood and into the world of yoga. My teacher is a woman by the name of Gillian (yup folks, she is the one in the photo that you see) and she works at Truestar Health. I am hoping that by having a private class I will learn some much needed restraint and technique. I am hoping that from tomorrow, I will learn the basics of yoga and will be able to incorporate it into my everyday life. I believe in the power of stretching – not just for the body but also for the mind. And I believe in Gillian. I have met her once and her passion for yopa and her down-to-earth attitude spoke to me. Her ability to make yoga a part of her world is something I dream about doing. In my little fantasy I love yoga, embrace it and transform my body into one of those I see gracing the walls of Lululemon. Yes Gillian, my future rests with you! But no pressure – really. I also like to jog. 

So folks, tune in next week to see how I am doing…

 

 

Heather

Heather

Heather Lochner is a mother to two wonderful and energetic children and a freelance writer. Together with her children, husband and dog, she has recently relocated to Toronto after spending 15 years on the West Coast – many of which were spent living aboard her sailboat. Heather loves to exercise but always finds a reason to sit on the couch. While she knows carrots, whole wheat pasta and lean meat are good to eat, Heather loves to munch on a burger, chicken wings and poutine. Heather loves to cook, but is notorious for ruining every batch of chocolate chip cookies. She looks forward to seeing what’s in the cards during this Ace journey....www.heatherlochner.com

 

2 Responses

    December 13, 2011 at 9:23 pm Reply

    You’re hilarious, Heather. Who hasn’t thought about flatulence during yoga? Yoga and I don’t get along well either but I haven’t given up. I will try it again some time soon when I find the right teacher at the right studio and perhaps a friend with whom I can turn myself into a pretzel without fear of her bursting out laughing at my expense.

    June 15, 2012 at 12:31 pm Reply

    Six months and no followup? Enjoy your candid style. No worries about your little Toots from bending, better than silent and deadly. Chuckle

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