Don't forget to breathe... two, three

I did something today that I haven't done in months, and oh, it felt good.

Regular readers will know I'm a big fan of yoga but I had to give it up after five years when I moved to a new job and couldn't find a class. There was one place I was recommended to try but they only offered colonic irrigation, which I didn't think was a fair swap, so declined.

Anyway, to help lose stress so bad it brought on panic attacks for the first time in my life a few weeks ago, I've started practising yoga again. By 'eck, it's good stuff. Why isn't yoga free on the NHS? If I was Health Secretary, I'd make it so and if I was Education Secretary, I'd make it complusory in schools. But I'm neither of those, I'm just me. And being me means being able to blog and tell you in my very own words that yoga is A Good Thing.

I Want My Yoga

Since moving jobs in London, I haven't been able to get to the yoga class I've been attending religiously (in a non-religious way, you understand) for over four years. I want my yoga class and I want it now, or at least before stress starts building up and I start chewing my toes. Again. Someone help me find a new yoga class soon in central London that's not in a gym which costs a flexible arm and a bendy leg to join.