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yoga and bacon
Oct. 23rd, 2011 08:52 pmI think yogis would make a huge hit if they combined a yoga session with a bacon breakfast at the end.
Anyway, I had yoga this morning, and bacon (and eggs) for dinner.
Yoga was focused on stretching, which is just perfect for me. And lots of Warrior I and Warrior II (those moves include standing with the legs sort of in a line, one in front of another - and always a challenge to me to stay upright).
Yoga is becoming a time for me to think about my mom, given that I did that the first time I went there after mom's death. That's really wonderful, even though it makes me sad.
I think of her for 2 reasons: the first time I thought of her during a session was when the instructor said that the breath represents life, and I thought how my mom had difficulty breathing the day that she died (as her life was getting ready to leave her, I guess).
The second reason I think of her is that mom did yoga for awhile. Amazing to me, b/c her knees were horrible. Not like my knees are horrible; mom had had these operations on her knees over 40 years ago that resulted in her unable to kneel because of the pain. Must have been a lot of modifications that she had to do. Anyway, she joked sometimes about the yoga teacher, and I can hear her chuckling about it all while I go through out.
Ok: bacon: I bought bacon a week and a half ago and finally got to cook some. Used the fat to cook eggs in. Yes, that might be really bad for me, but I didn't feel like cleaning it all out, and didn't have a place to put the grease; and I really, really wanted that yummy bacon fat.
I cooked them just a little too long, but that reminds me of mom, too. We used to love the sort of crispy, dark bacon when we were kids.
Anyway, I had yoga this morning, and bacon (and eggs) for dinner.
Yoga was focused on stretching, which is just perfect for me. And lots of Warrior I and Warrior II (those moves include standing with the legs sort of in a line, one in front of another - and always a challenge to me to stay upright).
Yoga is becoming a time for me to think about my mom, given that I did that the first time I went there after mom's death. That's really wonderful, even though it makes me sad.
I think of her for 2 reasons: the first time I thought of her during a session was when the instructor said that the breath represents life, and I thought how my mom had difficulty breathing the day that she died (as her life was getting ready to leave her, I guess).
The second reason I think of her is that mom did yoga for awhile. Amazing to me, b/c her knees were horrible. Not like my knees are horrible; mom had had these operations on her knees over 40 years ago that resulted in her unable to kneel because of the pain. Must have been a lot of modifications that she had to do. Anyway, she joked sometimes about the yoga teacher, and I can hear her chuckling about it all while I go through out.
Ok: bacon: I bought bacon a week and a half ago and finally got to cook some. Used the fat to cook eggs in. Yes, that might be really bad for me, but I didn't feel like cleaning it all out, and didn't have a place to put the grease; and I really, really wanted that yummy bacon fat.
I cooked them just a little too long, but that reminds me of mom, too. We used to love the sort of crispy, dark bacon when we were kids.
