Valentine’s Day is generally looked upon as a day where couples celebrate their love and affection for one another. It’s a day in which romantic gifts are exchanged and people across the world stealthily devise well thought out date nights to show their significant other just how much they mean to them. It’s also a day that happens to be celebrated at what you might consider a peculiar time on the calendar.
Yoga has become a beloved practice among people of all ages, shapes & abilities. Because there are many layers to this ancient practice, I thought I would put together a brief guide to introduce yoga to beginners like myself.
What is yoga?
Yoga is a spiritual, mental & physical discipline practiced by many around the world. The word ‘yoga’ originates from Sanskrit, meaning ‘union’. When practicing yoga, the idea is to unite your mind, body & spirit. There are many forms of yoga, referred to as the eight limbs:
Previously published on Dancing With Motherhood
For most of us, taking on the mom role is the toughest transition we’ve ever made. After laboring for what seems like an eternity & giving birth to our greatest accomplishment, we come home, exhausted & sore, to realize that life isn’t the same. We aren’t the same. We’ve taken on this new identity as a mom, and it’s tough.
As you’re tossed into the throes of caring for someone other than yourself 24/7, you start getting sucked into what I call “the mom cycle”. Baby cries, you feed her. Baby stinks, you change her. Baby cries again, you rock her to sleep. You sit down for what seems like only a minute before, you guessed it, baby cries and the cycle begins all over again.
If you followed me before over at Dancing With Motherhood, you saw me document my emotional roller coaster as a brand new mom. Little did I understand that I was dealing with more than just the baby blues – in other words, postpartum depression.
It started out with tears here & there. Then it evolved into irrational, emotional breakdowns. Next thing you know, I rarely left my room. My appetite changed & I began losing weight. As a nursing mother, ones appetite should have been plentiful. The only reason I ate was because I forced myself to for the sake of nourishing my baby.