Is there life outside yoga?

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I couldn’t possibly put down in a short blog how much yoga benefits me. Out of everything I do to keep myself well, it is the one constant that never fails to make me feel better physically and mentally. With an immediate effect.

Yoga will always be The Boss in my MS-y world.

But I am also a secret gym-lover (sshh), so this article makes my occasional couple of hours in the gym seem a lot more important than I had realised.

Here’s to keeping my brain as un-atrophied as possible 👍

 

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I’m much better at Yoga than I am at selfies

Can someone please teach me how to look a bit less awful on social media?

Cross eyed, bag eyed, one eye bigger than the other, one tooth longer than the other. Don’t suppose it matters really.

The hair. I know. Storm Brian is to blame.

That’s not what bothers me. What bothers me is the weird not-quite-confident-enough-to-pout-or-do-the-side-angle-selfie-face (I’ve tried it. I look and feel ridiculous).

I look like a mum trying to do a selfie. Oh. I am a mum trying to do a selfie. My poor kids are going to be so embarassed in a few years time.

Anyway the point of this blog is NOT to analyse a block of pretty crap pictures of me looking a lot older than I had hoped I do.

It’s about me trying stuff that’s not that comfortable and easy for me.

Like the yoga class I went to this morning.

It felt amazing to be practising back where my yoga started. In an Iyengar yoga class that felt like a real challenge. And after ten years of MS progression, the challenges are different.

The teacher had no idea that I am a teacher. He noticed when I needed help and I accepted the help as if I knew nothing. Which at certain points, was true.

*You never stop learning yoga. Every class you teach, attend or practise at home uncovers something new. That’s one of the many things I love about it.

Some days I feel that it would be easier to stick to what I know I can manage. Fear of worsening my symptoms or bringing on fatigue often holds me back. But on a sunny, well-rested Sunday like today, I felt strong enough to ignore my MS. And I am so pleased I did.

I’m nearly forty-two. This morning when I was upside down feeling strong and focused, I felt twenty-two.

Bring. It. On.

Thanks lovely yoga centre. I will most certainly be back for more of the magic.

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(Belated) MS Awareness Week #2: Ten things that are weird about me and MS

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  1. I can’t walk very far, but I can cycle for hours.
  2. When I am in the depths of fatigue, I find it hard to sleep. Brilliant.
  3. When I was pregnant, I had absolutely no MS symptoms whatsoever.
  4. No-one else in my family has MS.
  5. When I’m feeling MS-shit, I don’t look ill.
  6. Whilst I am teaching or practising yoga, my MS disappears.
  7. When my leg weakens after walking it recovers completely after a little rest and a chocolate biscuit. I’ve yet to work out whether it’s the chocolate biscuit or the rest…
  8. Caffeinated coffee makes my right hand buzz.
  9. I can remember 5,000 things to do with the house, school, work and multi-task the fuck out of my to-do list, but if you ask me to fill in a simple form, my brain turns to mashed potato and I have to get my husband to do it for me.
  10. One of the hardest things for me to do when I’m MS-y is concentrate on anything longer than a simple sentence. Hence the lists.