Saturday 8 December 2012

How Yoga Got Me


Prior to ever having attended my first yoga class, my perception of the discipline was limited. I equated it with relaxation and unorthodox practice.  The former impression was a result of pop culture equating it with meditation, accomplishing the principle of Zen. The latter was a notion I understood as a result of my father’s tone. Our household was devoutly Catholic and the spiritual teachings of yoga deviated from this. Despite my dad’s cautionary innuendo, I remained curious. Being in the point in my life described in Low-Fat can Make You Fat, I was ever-focused on calorie consumption and burn. And for the time being, the only physical activities I did were focused on said burn.
Early Spring 2002, I found myself with shin splints and the cardio I had relied on so heavily to curb my weight gain was no longer an option. Not wanting to merely lift weights (the counterpart to my cardio), I decided to finally allow my body to relax and went to yoga.
This regimen was not what I was expecting AT ALL. Every muscle in my body shook as I struggled to balance, hold still, and maintain the proposed positions. My heart pounded through my chest, sweat dripped down my nose onto my towel (I didn’t yoga mats existed) as it felt like my every weakness came to the forefront. As intimidated as I was, still shaking after class, I resolved to go back, to get stronger and somehow conquer this defencelessness I felt.
Little did I know that particular Monday night in March 2002 marked the beginning of a lifelong yogic process.  There would never be a general feeling of doneness. I soon began to understand yoga as being analogous to life. The asanas (postures) of yoga would instil me with feelings ranging from challenge to solace, from accomplishment and strength to momentary defeat. Moreover, what I had pushed aside or thought no longer mattered, whether it be physical injury or emotional distress, would invariably surface as I attempted to attain greater depth in a given posture. My mat would act as a place where I could work through these sensations and become more resilient.

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Stay tuned for more entries on Yoga. I will touch on the physiological and mental benefits, research, and some more personal experiences as well!


Moist, Whole Wheat Banana Bread


With the days getting shorter, colder, and more blustery, the prospect of filling my home with warm fresh baking is just too great to pass up. Knowing Christmas with my very pampering mother in-law is just around the corner, I decided to forego baking Holiday goodies and go for something heartier.

Moist, Whole Wheat Banana Bread

¾ cup organic raw sugar
¾ flaxseed meal
5 very ripe bananas
¼ cup skim milk
¼ cup organic plain yogurt
2 tsp egg whites
2 cups no additive whole wheat flour
1 tsp baking soda
½ tsp sea salt

Preheat oven to 350°F. With extra virgin olive-oil spray, grease a 9x5 loaf pan.
In a bowl, mix sugar, flaxseed meal, bananas, milk, yogurt and egg whites until blended. Add flour, baking soda, and salt, until moistened. Spoon into loaf pan.
Bake for approximately 45 minutes (until  the loaf is golden brown and a toothpick can be inserted into the thickest part of the loaf and comes out clean).


Original recipe was found at http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/whole-grain-healthy-banana-bread/Detail.aspx