I’ve been practicing yoga for more than three years. It started as a Rx by a physical therapist who said there’s no cure for my osteoporosis, but keeping limber will keep me off ibuprofen and the occasional opioid. She was right–barring the stiffness from binge watching The Walking Dead, Orange is the New Black or BoJack Horseman I’m pretty much alway limber thanks to four hours of yoga a week.
And this is my own personal jihad: my laziness, and gluttony versus my life on the mat.It is a mortal struggle. In some ways, literally. Watching TV for three or four house straight.and/or eating way too much pizza versus my time on the mat when I fight to win back some of the ground I lost. Since I think I spend more time doing the two things that are killing me than the time I spend on the mat sweating it out, it is usually a losing battle. There’s also time–the ultimate killer.
It’s all about what element will conquer my body on a given day. This day, Sunday, May 19, 2017, goes to the Axis of Evil: an hour of TV, way too much ice cream late in the evening, and just the plain fact that I have much fewer days on this planet than the time behind me. Tomorrow is another fight.