I still love yoga and I still benefit greatly from the class, but my motivation dropped sometime last year and I have yet to get it back. The biggest problem with yoga is that it's a huge time suck: I leave work at five and go straight to the studio. The drive takes forty-five minutes, and once I get there, I have to wait another fifteen for the studio to open so I can go in at six. (It would be pointless to go home first, because I live half an hour away from work AND the studio). Class doesn't start for another thirty minutes, which I spend getting ready, picking my spot, and avoiding going into the room to lie down (not because I don't like lying in the room, but because I usually fall asleep when I do, and I snore). Class itself is an hour and a half long, so it ends at eight. Then, I take a few minutes to cool down and shower, and drive home, if I'm lucky I get home at eight thirty. So that's a good chunk of my evening gone. (On the nights that I clean, I usually get home around ten thirty or eleven.)
This would be fine and everything, except I'm doing so much now! I'm writing more, hula hooping, and practicing for my voice recital in October. I'd like to knit more, and maybe someday clean up my apartment a little.
So I'm thinking of taking another break from yoga. I know I'll be back, I always come back. But I'd like a break where there's no pressure to be back by a certain date. I want a break where I don't have to keep cleaning on Thursdays. I'd kind of like my Thursday nights back.
I've been mulling it over for a while. I'm wary of giving up my workstudy, because that's a sweet deal. I've probably saved at least a thousand bucks workstudying for the year and a half I've done it. And I'd love to be one of those people with a consistent practice.
I guess I'm just not a consistent person in general. I pick up and put down hobbies when the mood strikes. I have no idea what I want to be when I "grow up". I can deal with change now better than I've ever been able to before in my life. Or maybe I'm just making more excuses?
Anyway, I find myself wanting to go home and hula hoop, and nothing else. This is bad because I need to write, and knit a few things. But it's good, because it's almost like giving up exercise for exercise. I know in the long run, yoga is better for me overall than hooping. But the good news is, I can do both on my own time. I don't need the yoga studio to have a class. The studio is excellent because it provides the perfect environment: Plenty of heat, full-length mirrors, alignment lines on the floor, a teacher dictating dialog and pointing out things you could improve upon. But I've taken this yoga long enough to know how to give myself my own class. It's not the same without the heat, but everything else I can makeshift for myself.
Man, I didn't mean for this to end up so long! If you read the whole thing, thanks. The good news: I've lost 11 pounds this month on my diet/yoga/picking up hooping thing, and the Biggest Loser weigh in is tomorrow. Here's hoping!