I’m not a fan of exercise. Who is, really? It’s a necessary part of life, but that doesn’t make it any less horrible. When I was in high school and college I worked out all the time; so much so it was almost an addiction. Sometime in law school I found a new addiction: Oreos. And Doritos. And pizza. And Taco Bell.
Of course, I also discovered fat rolls.
I’ve gone back and forth with different workouts over the years but nothing has really stuck. So I turned to the only option left. Yoga.
Yes, yoga. At first I thought this would be a great workout because it meant I could sit down and call it exercise. I also loved that I didn’t have to wear shoes. I figured it couldn’t be that hard if it didn’t require footwear.
Obviously I was greatly mistaken. After trying yoga several times I’ve decided that I hate it. No. I despise it. I realize there are people who think it’s great, but there are also people in the world who don’t like cookie cake. It takes all kinds of crazies to make the world go ’round.
Since I want to save my readers from the misery of downward dog, I’ve created a fat girl’s guide to yoga. It’s pretty with pictures so it’s easy to read. Yoga requires effort but following a guide on how to do yoga should be effortless.