Wringing out your digestive organs

I woke up at 4am today in a bit of a flap and I could not get back to sleep. I wasn't feeling too flash (for those of you not of Kiwi or Aussie extraction, this means I felt "like death warmed up in a microwave") and I wanted to curl up into a little ball and rock back and forth. 

You all know about my evil FODMAP intolerance. Well, I thought I'd have a couple of former favourite items for dinner last night and in the words of Eliza Dolittle, "it's my belief they done the old woman in". You just never know exactly what is in a dish that doesn't have an ingredients list and that you haven't cooked yourself, until you eat it and it comes back to haunt and torture you a few hours later. 

I read some articles on Elephant Journal, tossed and turned, watched a couple of internet videos, tossed and turned some more and then at 7am I was horribly unwell. I was really, really struggling and thought I might actually have to forget going to yoga. I did manage to pull my little socks up and get on with it though - I had a nap, then a lukewarm shower, smashed down half a chai and took a slow walk to the studio. I survived the class and felt much better afterwards - like I knew I would!

Sometimes when you least want to drag your carcass out of bed and get on your mat, that's when you need yoga the most. 

The thought of not attending a class I was otherwise perfectly capable of doing just wasn't palatable. I know I have a love/hate relationship with the Warrior series poses but the idea of missing them today really got to me. I don't normally do the Saturday class but I'm well and truly hooked on yoga so whenever the opportunity arises, I'm on the mat, hanging out upside down (and occasionally, feeling like I am inside out while I'm back to front).

I did the Saturday class last week because the Sunday studio class was cancelled for a charity event. I did it today because I had to skip Tuesday night's class for a work function. I can't go to the Saturday class next week because I'm off to the Lego expo and then I'm having my hair done. I think Saturday will be an optional extra class for the time being - or at least until the 21 day yoga challenge I've joined starts! 

So after wringing out my digestive organs with yoga poses, I think I've found the cure to practically anything. It's called yoga and I love it!