Posts Tagged “yoga”just one minute of this and you’ll feel sweat oozing out of your glands, i swear it’s SO weird.
it’s said a headstand is the equivalent of a facial because it stimulates blood flow to the face, and prevents wrinkles.  7 it would appear i have a thing for scruffy, bearded musicians… (this was playing during today’s Savasana, thanks to my fave instructor. sure beats those foreign meditation stuff which frankly kinda gives me the heebie-jeebies.) 0sunday is my Sweating Day. every sunday, i sneak out of the house before the rest of its inhabitants are awake, and have a nice drive to the studio for the morning hot hatha class. (i love the ECP on sundays.) barely ten minutes in and i’m on both hands and feet, drops of sweat profusely trickling down from my temples to the tip of my nose, some seeping saltily into my mouth, perspiration dripping on the purple mat beneath me, forming a map of dark archipelagos and continents, as i hold my downward dogs and planks through sets of sun salutations in the forty-degree heat, breathing, breathing, breathing…. IT FEELS SO DAMN GOOD. i don’t usually sweat easily otherwise, and what more with the many hours spent freezing in the winter of discontent that is Greyville, i don’t have much opportunity to activate the sweat glands. when lunch break comes round, we’d walk out of the building with arms outstretched to embrace the sun and melt in a pleasurable sigh. “helloooo, mr sun.” talk about ‘sun salutations’. i think the reason why so many people feel depressed and perpetually pms-ish at work is because, confined in offices for long periods of time, they are deprived of the vitamin D goodness that comes from exposure to the sun, that it affects the body’s serotonin, the happy hormone. i mean, imagine how much happier we’d all be if we worked at the beach, right? although i have to say, those lifeguards at our public swimming pools tend to be a tad too grumpy and stern-looking for my liking, despite having plenty of sunlight. which is where i go to with auni on sunday afternoons for her swimming lessons. and here, again, my sweat glands go on overdrive while waiting for her, sometimes at the side of the pool to give moral support. more maps are formed, this time on my t-shirt, especially under the pits. and after all those toxins are flushed out, and serotonin levels increased, what else could make you happier than treating your kid (and yourself) to a $1 ice-cream potong? $1! and so delish.
ps: i need a beach holiday. Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry. 0the little bit of time we have at night after her brother has gone to bed, i become her playmate…
(ok, so it’s actually Ballerina Barbie.) the girl got a bit creative with pseudo-Yoga Barbie, taking her to my bed railing, hooked her feet upside down and declared with the full seriousness of a preschool-going yoga instructor: “this is Bat Pose”. erm. Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry. 0a lot of controversy on this one lately…. “This controversy seems to come up because people are offended by combining sex appeal and yoga…but sex appeal is already all over the mass-media in many forms, both in-your-face and subtle. We all are highly influenced by the sex/shame controversy and it’s beyond yoga. I am unfazed to see it come into yoga because the tradition has already turned into an american commodity. If we use sex to sell everything, and we want to sell yoga, of course we are going to use sex. In my personal opinion is that the video shows a great home practice, with a beautiful body, in some clothing that one would naturally wear while practicing at home. We must be bigger than sex, bigger than capitalism, and bigger than nudity to thrive, and the fact that this yogini is not ashamed triggers people’s shame of themselves, of others, and of our own society.” all those prudes/feminists/purists/plain-jealous-women who made a big fuss over this should just take a few ujjayi breaths and a chill pill, i say… :) “Life is easy if you don’t live it. If you put yourself out there…especially these days on the internets…we’re all putting yourself out there not only for accolades or backslaps…but for criticism. Criticism is essential, and helpful—when and if it’s constructive. But…particularly these days on the internets…criticism is all too often as lazy and casual as it is vicious. We forget there are humans behind the targets we throw our words at.” –> interview with the brave and beautiful yogini herself at huffingtonpost.com (ps: she has a 7-yr-old kid too!) **** hmm, so how about this guy then, in nothing but a white loin cloth? ok for him coz he’s 1) a man, 2) non-Western, 3) set against a gritty backdrop, 4) not in an advertisement for a yoga studio…? ahh.
(speaking of which, dear True Yoga: STOP CALLING ME ALREADY.) (and while we’re at it, dear yoga-apparel-brands: Y U NO sell your stretchy halter tops and pants at more ‘spiritual’ prices?! i don’t get.) *ok, ujjayi breaths…* 0i start off my practice this year with a pose that’s taken me quite a while to ‘get’…
YEAH! :) *wipes off sweaty, slippery underarms* 0today, on the last day of the year…
i FINALLY did it…
all on my own, yeah! (ok, it’ll take a bit more time still before i move away from the wall and to the middle of the room. :p) the feeling when you’re on your head – EXHILARATING. and the realisation of your strength and ability to overcome your fears – priceless. i now have a new party trick! 0awww cute cat action alert. namaste! already feeling all hunched back after only two days back in the office. need to hit that Esc button and click Refresh on my body’s browser soon…
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ok ok, srsly, let’s see adam levine do it, shall we? mmm. (headstands never looked sexier ha ha.) (dammit, i’m still struggling with that.) 0(or just trying very hard to peer down the streets of KL from a hotel window sill.) 0bought this from a Borders sale for five dollars some time back for the kids. it’s called ‘Stretch’, but they associate it with ‘yoga’ coz mommy does some of the strange stuff on the pink mat too….
like this… and this… and this… gotta keep those limbs flexible after all… so you can dance. 0This, the scene from Forgetting Sarah Marshall I was referring to (when the spouse said he wants to try yoga at the holiday resort)… “I’m doin’ a headstand m*f*ka!” Lolz. (<3 jason segel.)" 0found a kids’ yoga book at the library, so that evening they dragged out my mat… Bow pose (Dhanurasana) Triangle pose (Trikonasana) err… Wrestling pose? (WWFasana ha ha) inevitably, they ended up in a crumpled heap within minutes and started horsing around instead. a 5yo and a (almost-) 3yo staying in one position for more then 5 seconds? HAH, fat chance.
meanwhile, mommy is always trying to find her inner calm, peace and zen… because she tends to lose them a lot. *does a Lion pose (Simhasana) on her cubs* 0 |
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