Yoga. It’s all about acquiring self control. But all that twisting like a pretzel and stretching like a giraffe can produce the opposite result – bodily eruptions that are awkward at best, highly embarrassing at worst.
Yoga is meant to reduce ego, but we all have our limits.
So let’s go there, ladies. Here are the things all Yoginis need to be ready for … and how to disguise them
Admit it. You’ve done it. We all have. One of my favourite poses in yoga is the ‘wind relieving pose’. I love it because it involves lying down, but I hate it when it works too well. Regular practitioners are skilled at disguising their wind with a well-timed cough and a poker face but if that’s too difficult don’t worry. I have a friend who met her boyfriend at a class where she let rip. If you’re a bit prim about this bodily function then set up your mat at the back of class, well away from others.
2. Fanny farting
I stopped doing yoga classes that demanded head and shoulder stands many years ago and not just because they were a pain in the neck. Special female farts are less common but much harder to hold in than a regular toot and far more embarrassing. I had a wise teacher whose mantra in certain poses was "hold your legs together and squeeze, ladies". When that didn't work for some poor lass she quoted Shrek: "Better out than in I always say, Fiona". The only way to be totally safe is to stay upright and keep up your pelvic floor exercises. Which brings me to ...
Do not look up this problem on the internet, it will lead to porn suggestions you just don't want to know about. But if vigorous yoga leads to a bit of leakage, again: pelvic floor, pelvic floor, pelvic floor. Also, wear dark pants. If it can't be avoided then perhaps pose with poise ladies. (I have not been paid extra for that lame quip.)
Who cares, but if it leads to number 3 then repeat your pelvic floor exercises. Again.
They say seven sneezes are equivalent to the next bodily eruption, which is rare but far the most fabulous of all …
Some women get all the luck, they can orgasm from yoga. The phenomenon has even been named - coregasms or yogasms - so it must be true. Think about it and you know it makes sense. That beautific, ecstatic smile on that girl who seems to come to every single class is probably not because she likes pushing her head onto her knees. It's more about what all that contracting of her abdominals are doing to stimulate her pelvic floor. Yoga can be a Kegel exercise with a happy ending.
Some Yoginis swear they can go further and have a full body orgasm when they align all their chakras in class. The closest I've come to coming was in a Bikram hot yoga class on a humid day. I was lying in a pool of revolting stinky sweat and the teacher opened the door; the wave of cool fresh air made me quiver all over with pleasure. If this happens to you, then congratulations! Enjoy! No one need ever know. Just don't go all Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally.
Sometimes it's the holier than thou, calm sweet voice of the teacher who thinks he's a guru, sometimes it's the thoroughly Aussie chick trying to pronounce Pariv?ttabaddhap?r?vako??sana and sometimes it's just the sheer ridiculousness of doing dog pose in a class of humans. Whatever the cause, I often get the giggles in yoga. Last week I actually spilled into semi-hysterics when a teacher waxed lyrical about what yoga can do. I know it can make me flexible, strong, happy and calm but when she vowed Eagle Pose could get me pregnant I unwrapped and fell over because I always assumed you needed sperm for that. Advice - if you think you're going to giggle, think of sad things like how you will probably never wear a crop top like the teacher's again in your life.