something to honk about
I have tried yoga on several occasions. I am totally the hippie chick type that should like yoga. I want to like it. I have tried to like it. I don’t hate it. I just don’t love it. And I am finally comfortable enough to accept that about myself.
What I do love is to dance. Give me a good beat and it doesn’t matter who is or isn’t there to witness it, I will dance my tail off. When I visit my step mom, I go to jazzercise with her and I wear yoga pants. I tried Pilates in college and I liked that. I would do Pilates again. In yoga pants.
I love me some yoga pants. I wear them around the house, cooking, cleaning, watching TV. I wear them to bed. So nice. I do not wear them out in public. If I did, I would feel like I was out in my pajamas, because I would be out in my pajamas. But as soon as I get home, I take off my jeans and change into my yoga pants. So comfortable. And whereas I used to try so hard to look cool with my thrift chic fashionista style, these days I’m much more interested in being comfortable.
I need some more yoga pants. These are my thoughts this evening, as I sit here relaxing in my yoga pants…