On the 15th of August 2021, I woke up to the news of the Taliban invading Kabul.
I was two months into the Greater Sydney lockdown, juggling a business from home, helping my eldest boy with remote learning and trying to keep the other two (aged three and five) from causing total chaos. I was in a funk. The world seemed broken, things were spiralling out of control.
On a whim, I decided to commit to 100 days of yoga.
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As I write this, I’ve just completed my 101st day of continuous daily yoga practice. Spoiler alert - I can’t see myself stopping anytime soon.
I’m not writing this to sound smug. And I’m not someone with a great track record of sticking to daily exercise habits. I’m just an exhausted mum who needed to carve some sense of sanity and self out of the daily grind.
Here’s how I did it, and what I learned along the way.
Lower your expectations.
Let me be clear - when I say 100 days of yoga, I’m talking something every day, even if it was a seven-minute stretch at bedtime.
With three young boys and a shift-working husband, I was never going to be able to commit to an hour-long daily session. But that’s partly why I did the challenge.
I needed to get out of my own way and realise that just showing up on the mat was enough. I’m very guilty of talking myself out of exercise in the past. Thinking if it wasn’t going to be a full 30 minutes, then why even bother?
But 10 minutes of yoga is still better than 10 minutes of doom-scrolling while watching old episodes of Friends.
What even is a yoga body, anyway?
OK, I’ll be honest. There was a part of me that hoped at the end of 100 days of yoga I’d have the perfect ‘yoga body’.
Lithe, toned, strong, sexy. Flaunting my booty on the beach like the ultimate yummy mummy. Ha.
I guess 100 days of yoga paired with 100 days of not following a model-like diet or doing daily cardio workouts means at the end of my yoga journey I still look pretty much the same.