Let’s get something straight. I don’t do yoga.
I’m not athletic and never have been.
I’m outdoorsy, sure. I love to hike, and am new to–but enthusiastic about–kayaking. Our family vacations while raising my kids usually revolved around tent-camping.
But I hate going to the gym for any reason. And I find yoga tedious and painful.
Well, I did until recently. More about that soon.
So what’s the point?
Yoga is a discipline of the mind, body, and spirit.
Yoga might not be for me or for you, but discipline is critical when a woman is in a state of recreating or redefining her life. These kinds of forced or willing shifts require our attention to reach a positive result.
For me, discipline means recapturing control of my eating habits and activity level. I looove food. Like, I’m crazy passionate about it. Seriously. So I’m flat out not going to eliminate any food group. But I can be smart, sensible, and thoughtful about what, when, and how much I eat. Consider this an unpaid endorsement for Noom.
In real life, who has time for the gym? Okay, lots of people. It’s about priorities.
But the gym is not my priority. If I’m going to bother, I’d rather work out at home whenever I want, a few minutes at a time, if necessary. Both my treadmill and my rowing machine are inexpensive and lightweight, but my best equipment is a good pair of walking shoes. Most days I force myself out of the chair and into some activity. And, honestly, there are a lot of days I actually enjoy it.
For me, discipline means getting my head and my spirit in the right place. Sometimes I journal. Sometimes I pray. Sometimes I sip lemonade on my screened-in porch. Sometimes I dance, cook, drive, or walk. Sometimes the music is blaring, and sometimes the silence is golden. I pay attention to what my mind and spirit are craving during difficult moments and try to do that.
I don’t want me to stop me from doing anything I want to do
And why all this discipline? The honest answer is because I don’t want me to stop me from doing anything I want to do. There are a lot of things I can’t control. But I can control me.
I control my fear. I control what I say yes and no to. I control which doors of opportunity I step through.
I get to decide how careless or conscious I am about my diet.
I’m aging, and thankful for that, considering the alternative. But joints hurt. Muscles don’t cooperate. Let’s not even discuss hormones or chronic health issues. Yet I control what I’m going to do to about it.
And when I get off track–and I do get off track–then I get back on again. It’s not about perfection, it’s about direction. That was not meant to rhyme, but obviously I’m a natural.
The point is, it’s important to have a yoga mind (discipline) over matter (the challenges of the body, mind, and spirit that we all face). Even if I’m never going to have a yoga body.