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If you know me,  you know I’m not a morning person.

In fact, I’m pretty sure that is the reason I homeschool, so I don’t have to wake at the crack of dawn to get my kids fed, dressed and on a bus!

But I will tell you, that for Yoga, I was up at 6 am!

I woke up before anyone else in my family, even Iain.

It felt great to be awake and ready to go with my day and I’m thinking that I need to wake up this early every day.

I’m ashamed to say, however, that morning flatulence runs in my family.

I remember hearing my mom set off her own bombs while I was getting ready for school.  I used to think:  “My God that woman farts like a dinosaur!”  And here I am now, THAT WOMAN!

Believe me, the second I put my feet on the floor, the rumbling begins!

I cannot tell you how hard I try to be modest and classy, but I can only thank God that Alex ignores it now.

Hey, love me, love my gas.  Marriage can get too comfortable sometimes!

So I’m sitting in Yoga this morning and everything’s melting.

I mean, I’m visualizing my muscles melting into the floor and I’m trying hard to breathe and to really look like I know what I’m doing.

While in ‘child-like’ pose, my belly draping between my knees, I just knew I was going to blow!

So instead of visualizing relaxation and meditating on ‘positive’ energy, I’m tightening every muscle in my body and thinking about the ’stinky’ energy ready to be released.

‘Come on Krysti, keep it together’, I’m silently praying.

Talk about stress!  It’s bad enough that I’m trying to release the stress in my life and now I’m replacing it with the fear that I’m going to fart so loud that while everyone is doing the ‘praying mantis’, I’ll be knocking them off balance!

My friend has re-assured me today that everyone gets the urge to fart in Yoga.  It just takes one fart to open that channel for everyone else.

Well, maybe I’ll be that one person.

I’ll keep you posted!

Namaste!