I am not a yoga person. Not regularly at least.  Yes, I went to a yoga farm in Spain (photo below) and yes I spent a weekend at a yoga retreat.  I loved both experiences.  Quite plainly I am a “yes” person. You can pretty much ask me to do anything that requires a plane ride and I’m on board. This might lead some people in the direction of risky behavior. But for me saying yes just means more stretching.

yoga farm spain

namaste, amigo

I read all the hype the hype about Lyons Den Power Yoga, a hot yoga studio in Tribeca and despite my yoga class ADD, I thought if I could even like it a little, a yoga class would be good for injury prevention. Oh and generally mellowing. You read this blog. You know I could probably chill out a little. Let’s just agree to agree.
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Oh hello! I was meant to be at the gym right now, but in a (not at all) startling turn of events I am on my couch.

 Proof of physical therapy. These heathered leggings are from the GAP, FYI.


Proof of physical therapy. These heathered leggings are from the GAP, FYI.

So, I selected “all of the above” on the multi-choice quiz of excuses (my ankle, worked late) and went to Whole Foods. I love the supermarket, even in Manhattan where any good grocery is obnoxiously crowded. The supermarket combines shopping and eating, I don’t see why everyone isn’t enamored (or maybe they are and that’s why there isn’t a free cart).

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