Be prepared for a slightly cheesy blog post. It is mostly about the love, care and attention I am fortunate to receive on a daily, if not hourly, basis from my best friend and life partner: MinyWife, AKA Miki. We launched this blog together with a view to sharing whatever makes us smile in life, normally revolving around our cats, yoga, food and digitalia. But I wanted to take this opportunity to write about my inspiration to get up in the morning, just a little, as it forms the foundation of this very blog and our lives together. It isn’t our wedding anniversary, it isn’t a particular day for celebration or remembering, except for our ongoing daily romance.
This has been sat in the Drafts folder for some time and I now come to reopen WordPress after some time, so long since starting this post that it is now MinyWife’s birthday. We have spent a day hard at work unfortunately instead of celebrating my favourite person as much as I would like, but when time and funds permit we shall certainly be doing something more fun than Powerpoint 🙂
It seems there can be a thing as too much yoga, it is sad to report on these pages. Many a weekend MinyWife and I would be absent from our friends’ social lives with our main focus on ourselves and our wellbeing, sometimes totting up over 10 hours of yoga on weekends. We are fortunate to have discovered two very good studios close to home and the All-You-Can-Ommm packages appealed to the Yorkshireman in me!
Following a remarkable period of weight loss since last August, we are increasing in density once more. I might be perceived as blowing our combined trumpets here, but we did manage to remove 15Kg each from our bodies, in a period that ended in January this year. A fabulous achievement in terms of focus, willpower and determination across both exercise and diet. What with a major operation, honeymoon, general summertime lethargy and MinyWife not smoking since 1st May all coming into play since January, we are not back to our hefty former selves but heading that way without a concerted effort.
Hence the push back towards yogathons on the weekend. Unfortunately, after one particularly demanding 5.30am Ashtanga class, we both came away with cricked necks and hurting shoulders. Literally shrugging this off as a symptom of getting used to a different style with a new teacher, we carried on regardless without the pain subsiding. Weeks later, MinyWife received a text from her osteopath, a rearranged appointment forgottenly made months ago. A truly brilliant medical professional, or so I am told after the excellent 30 minute diagnosis and treatment sessions by MinyWife, well worth the outlay even though not covered on our company medical insurance.
The doctor made the common sense observation that yoga will have a very different impact on a body depending on it’s size, shape and weight. Therefore exercise done when slim is likely to be easier than that undertaken with more girth. Hence, all those Ashtanfga-driven downward dogs carrying an extra 5Kg here or there will apply increased pressure on our arms and shoulders. This stellar advice in mind, we are refocusing our exertions towards Bikram, Pilates and milder forms of Hatha yoga until we both trim down closer to previous levels. Wish us luck.
And, depending on our mood, we might even reveal the doctor’s name if you ask nicely. No promises…
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