I know that in yoga, you’re supposed to meditate and find your inner chi or peace or something…
Instead, my mind starts to wander and I have some very valuable (and bizarre) thoughts. It’s almost as good as my shower thinking (which is where I do all of my big thinking). A lot of the thoughts I have are about my boobs. But you’d think about your boobs a lot too, if you spent multiple minutes at a time with your face in your own tits. Fucking yoga.
11 Things I Think While Meditating in Yoga Asanas
I wonder what would happen if I try that next pose?
My boobs are fucking ginormous.
He (the instructor) wants me to do what?
I have the worst frontal wedgie in the history of ever.
So this is what a motorboat feels like.
I don’t care what Special K said, a power bar does not equal dinner.
I wonder if I could pop my boobs like a balloon.
I wonder if anyone would notice me pull my underwear out of my crotch.
My feet are fucking freezing, Mr. Bigglesworth.
Is that pose even possible?
I’m supposed to be meditating. Is thinking about dinner meditating?
Blog friends, what do you think about when you’re working out?