As you may have gathered from this blog, I have a taste for the alternative. Not in a weird sex way, but alternative health – cf my forays into mindfulness, yoga, autogenic therapy, etc. Although even I happily acknowledge that homeopathy is bollocks. But whenever I consider extending my commitment (training to be a teacher of aforementioned therapies, for example) I come across the same stumbling block time and again. I’m just not earnest enough.
I made it to my first Bikram yoga class today in ages, and overhearing some of the changing room conversations just left me a little deflated (and I don’t mean in a “less fat” way). There was no humour anywhere, people simply comparing various levels of self-imposed deprivation. It all seemed a bit dull. And before you think I’m coming over a bit superior, on the contrary, I feel very inferior when comparing myself to some of these people who are making very significant changes to their lives according to something they believe in.
I love the classes and the way my body and mind feel afterwards (before I reward myself the same evening with a speedy retox). But there just aren’t enough laughs in it for me to take it any further. I can do serious and earnest, but only up to a point, then I collapse in a heap of self-loathing and cynicism. And the only thing that will bring me out of it is a good book and drinks with good friends. No amount of saluting the sun or meditating on my tummy button will achieve the same effect, I’m afraid.
Although I’ve just come up with a brilliant business idea for people like me – yogic retreats in wine country, where getting arseholed on the local vintage is heartily encouraged. Anyone else up for it?