My Week in Yoga: The Power of Low Expectations

I had pretty much written off this week yoga wise. The awful cold/lurgy that struck me at the end of last week got worse not better, and the crazy hot weather was enough to keep me stationary even without that.

But a rest is as good as a change isn't it?!

Monday:  

Bank Holiday: yay! 28c in London in May: double yay! 29 weeks pregnant therefore both overheating and unable to join in the rosé drinking: boo! Being full of cold and generally feeling bluerrghhh: double boo!

Needless to say, today was a no yoga day.

Tuesday: 

Likewise

Wednesday: 

Feeling much better, but it's always sensible to take one more day just to make sure. No yoga therefore.

Thursday: 

First time back on my mat... just 20 minutes of gentle movement. My hips, quads and lower back both needed this sorely and sorely felt it.

Friday: 

Busy day at work plus busy evening catching up with friends (trying to fit in as much time with everyone while leaving the house isn't a military manoeuvre!) meant no yoga today.

Saturday:

Today definitely should have been a yoga day. And I'm not really sure what to say as to why it wasn't. Laziness... pregnancy... a day full of brunch and pram shopping and much needed naps. All would be valid reasons, but I'm pretty sure those weren't it. I guess I kind of lost my mojo. Which again is a lovely way of making it look like I have a reason when really I don't at all. But hey, it's all I have right now.

Sunday:

After the previous day, no correction, the previous week, I had low, LOW expectations for today. Which felt pretty justified when the clock struck 6pm and I still hadn't even looked at my mat.

But that was clearly the lesson from all of this.

Because I did step on my mat. And I, of course, had the most wonderful practice! 40 minutes feeling balanced and strong and dare I say it, graceful. It was pure and utter bliss.

• Self-Practice: 1hr
• Classes:   0
• TOTAL:  1hr