Exercise has always been my archnemesis. Working out has a way of making me feel better and worse about myself simultaneously. We all know the drill….calories in balanced with calories out. I have tried a variety of cardiovascular pursuits and have come to one conclusion….I need to eat less.
First there was yoga. Stretch your body in an assortment of poses – most resembling an animal…or a piece of furniture. This would be where the problem arose. In a room of tables, I was the only ottoman. While the wispy women in the front were doing tree…I was doing overgrown shrub. Ignorance to how I looked was impossible. Mirrors were everywhere. It confirmed in my mind that an apple can never be a tree.