Help Rose maintain her sanity!

It's Friday, and for some reason everyone around me seems to have taken crazy pills this morning. (Is there a free sample giveaway for Crazoc that I missed?)

Ask me a question, and help me maintain the illusion that the rest of the world has *not* gone insane while I wasn't looking...

Help Rose maintain her sanity!

It's Friday, and for some reason everyone around me seems to have taken crazy pills this morning. (Is there a free sample giveaway for Crazoc that I missed?)

Ask me a question, and help me maintain the illusion that the rest of the world has *not* gone insane while I wasn't looking...

"Yoga" is a funny word. Yoga! Yoga yoga yoga yoga.

After some experimentation, I seem to have finally found the key to fighting off winter depression. You guessed it: yoga.

I've been trying different forms of exercise over the past couple years, with patchwork success. Rock climbing was fun but only I only went sporadically because of the hassle of getting a partner and going; swimming had the same problem due to the vagaries of scheduling. Running on a treadmill was okay, but didn't seem to do a whole lot to help, and I'm not a huge fan of it anyway.

So I mentally fast forwarded twenty years of my life, pretended to be smack in the middle of the obligatory hippy-dippy phase most American women seem to go through in their 40s, and bought an A.M./P.M. yoga DVD. I've been doing one or both each day for most of the last couple months, supplemented with a somewhat more intensive weekly hour-long yoga class (hooray for city-sponsored health plans to help defray costs), and I can't tell you how much better I've been feeling overall. (Heck, even just today I was having kind of a frazzled morning, and then I went to class and feel so much better.) January and February are usually the worst months for me depression-wise, but it's barely been an issue this year.

My mother figures that it's probably aligning my chakras and getting energy flowing and generally contributing to spiritual health. That's way outside the boundary of my knowledge or experience, but I've got to admit - it's working near-wonders. It's so amazingly nice to not be making regular trips to the Pit of Despair, despite the fact that winter won't be letting up for another couple of months up here.

"Yoga" is a funny word. Yoga! Yoga yoga yoga yoga.

After some experimentation, I seem to have finally found the key to fighting off winter depression. You guessed it: yoga.

I've been trying different forms of exercise over the past couple years, with patchwork success. Rock climbing was fun but only I only went sporadically because of the hassle of getting a partner and going; swimming had the same problem due to the vagaries of scheduling. Running on a treadmill was okay, but didn't seem to do a whole lot to help, and I'm not a huge fan of it anyway.

So I mentally fast forwarded twenty years of my life, pretended to be smack in the middle of the obligatory hippy-dippy phase most American women seem to go through in their 40s, and bought an A.M./P.M. yoga DVD. I've been doing one or both each day for most of the last couple months, supplemented with a somewhat more intensive weekly hour-long yoga class (hooray for city-sponsored health plans to help defray costs), and I can't tell you how much better I've been feeling overall. (Heck, even just today I was having kind of a frazzled morning, and then I went to class and feel so much better.) January and February are usually the worst months for me depression-wise, but it's barely been an issue this year.

My mother figures that it's probably aligning my chakras and getting energy flowing and generally contributing to spiritual health. That's way outside the boundary of my knowledge or experience, but I've got to admit - it's working near-wonders. It's so amazingly nice to not be making regular trips to the Pit of Despair, despite the fact that winter won't be letting up for another couple of months up here.