Sometimes these blog topics just fall into my lap. . .
Recently, I took a fun, challenging yoga class on a late Sunday afternoon. After class, as I walked out of the studio, tired and hungry, I peeked into a pizza parlor down the block to check out their menu. Over my shoulder I heard a voice whisper loudly, "Don't do it! We just took yoga!" No, this was not my inner Jenny Craig, but a fellow female yogi. I suppose this woman, about my age, had seen me in class. And there I was, standing on a summer sidewalk, caught in the moment, trying to walk that fine line between maintaining civility and promoting a cause.
On the spot, what I came up with was, "Aw, it's all part of feeling good." What I really wanted to say was, "What does one thing have to do with the other?" or "Why are you telling me what to eat?"
Why can't yoga and pizza peacefully coexist?
Ironically enough, the website for the aforementioned pizza shop (a place known for its salads, paninis, pizzas, and pastas, as well as its gluten-free pies), proclaims "Eat Well and Be Happy!"
And isn't that the ultimate goal?
