The class is cool, there is even a snack time, which, hey, I don't turn down food lately (unless its one of the Forbidden). So before we could get to that we did this whole series of exercises and one was incredibly memorable. The tree pose is hard enough if you are not preggers but if you are more pregnant than me, your center of balance is, well, off. And since I am the least pregnant in my class at this point (by almost 5 weeks and most of them look like butterball turkeys on Thanksgiving), I was thinking that I should be able to handle this one. (For non-yoga folks, the tree pose is where you stand on one leg and bring your foot to your calf or up to your pelvis if you are flexible.) So we start the pose, and I am not kidding, I was the one who was the worst at this pose. There was a lady to my right 34 weeks pregnant with that foot all the way up to her pelvis like she was holding that baby in with her heel. I was trying desperately to keep my foot on my calf and almost fell...TWICE. I know yoga is not supposed to be competitive but I was seriously jealous of those ladies bringing that foot on up...maybe I will get there or not. And to make matters worse they all were able to to do the wall squat (back against the wall and bring yourself down the wall until your legs are bent 90 degrees) way longer than me. I now have a goal: TO BE BETTER THAN THE 34 WEEK LADY IN MY YOGA CLASS. (Let's hope its attainable.)
Just before snack time we had some restful breathing, which was good after all my huffing and puffing through tree pose and wall squats. We were supposed to focus on some happy thought and guess what I was focused on...eating a Five Guys hamburger and fries. I mean I was seriously dreaming about them on that yoga mat while everyone else was all zen. It was so bad that after all my hardwork, I went straight to Five Guys (sorry Adrian, I know you are the Food Monitor but I had to obey the baby's cravings). They had some nuts, fruit and herbal tea for us in snack time and I hauled out of there without socializing because I could literally taste the french fries. (And the worst part about that is that I just look fat now and not so el prego, so I am at Five Guys eating this burger and fries like I had not eaten in months, and I could just see that other people were thinking "like that fatso needs another burger and fries" which is why I sort-of cannot wait to be fully butterballed so that everyone just excuses this type of behavior as "eating for two" although Cara already said that I have been practicing that since childhood.)
Goals for Next Pre-Natal Yoga Class: To improve in yoga and try not to eat a hamburger and go get a salad. Namaste.
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