Yesterday, I attended my first yoga-class. (First in about 10 years.) the teacher said we were not allowed to drink any water during. I wasn’t happy about that and considered walking out. But I stayed and breathed on.
Before starting, I asked the yoga teacher if it is aimed at ‘beginners?’ He said, ‘anyone can attend.’
Anyway, at one point the downward dog pose, was proving to be quite difficult for me to do and hold. My hands were tired from effectively holding up my own weight. I tried everything and to my surprise, just before the end. I had managed to roll back up onto my shoulders and hold myself up. I do recall being able to do this years ago. Only now it was very different. I could feel my body weight bearing down on my hands. My fingers pressed deep into the fat around my lower back. Actually felt very soft, fat but ridiculously soft. After around 5 seconds, I became conscious of the fact, that the teacher and fellow learners are probably looking over in disgust! So I rolled myself down, back into the initial seating position.
My eyes dart up to the mirror ahead and check out everyone around me. Not one eye caught mine, because they were all still trying to master the pose.
For the first time ever, I felt a sense of achievement and happiness consumed me. I was proud that I was able to master the pose and enjoy it for a mere 5 seconds, and that my paranoia was wrong. People don’t care that you’re a fatso doing yoga – they appreciate you making an effort and taking a step into becoming a healthier person!