It’s yoga day but I finally don’t have blood dripping from between my legs so I thought I’d do a routine that is slightly more challenging.
I’m becoming a bit of a POPSugar fan. They’ve got many different styles and difficulties of workouts.
I don’t like the implicit body shaming in the language used sometimes.
Their videos are better than some of the faux-mindful, feathers in the fingers of the Grinch nonsense that I have waded through.
Mandy really pushed me this work out. I tried my best but it wasn’t so successful.
Just for the record, if you do this, yoga isn’t usually cardiovascular. It’s supposed to be relaxing.
I completed it so I feel like I’ve achieved something.
I’m also becoming hip to how these trainers rewire your brain to think that you’re enjoying being put through your paces.
I see all the ‘work through this and you’ll reap the rewards’ language.
My third eye is open, Anna and I still don’t enjoy the burn.
I don’t give a flying, form-perfect fuck.