I hate Yoga. No, I really mean I hate it. I hate the holier-than-thou attitude of those who practice it, and the way they insinuate that they are better inside because they do it. I hate the soft way people talk while they’re doing it. I hate that the teachers walk around the room and talk about breathing all the time, as if that is going to rid me of the results of the pints and pints of coffee ice cream I’ve eaten over the course of my lifetime. Everyone knows that if your breathing isn’t labored, you are not feeling the burn, which means you will not see results. Yoga people are thin, not because Yoga burns calories, but because they only eat things they have just pulled out of the ground.
I too hate yoga. I hate it with the fire of a thousand suns to borrow an apt phrase. Hilarious article, and spot on with exactly how I feel about each and every aspect. Try living in Boulder with that attitude. I thought I would be tarred and feathered and displayed in front of the town bandstand with a sign proclaiming me unclean.
Yeah. There’s nothing like a ”gentle assist” from a yoga instructor to throw my PTSD into full swing. People don’t take it very well when you scream, “Don’t touch me!” Ha ha! Stick with your S&M club!
I too hate yoga. I hate it with the fire of a thousand suns to borrow an apt phrase. Hilarious article, and spot on with exactly how I feel about each and every aspect. Try living in Boulder with that attitude. I thought I would be tarred and feathered and displayed in front of the town bandstand with a sign proclaiming me unclean.
So tell us what you really think. Stop holding back.
That was freaking hilarious. And so true.
Yeah. There’s nothing like a ”gentle assist” from a yoga instructor to throw my PTSD into full swing. People don’t take it very well when you scream, “Don’t touch me!” Ha ha! Stick with your S&M club!