In an attempt to help the BF out, we did go for a few walks along some local paved trails instead, and I even talked the BF to doing some meditative yoga on Sunday (to help calm the mind and relax the body, so said the Netflix descriptor). Well little did I know that BF would be giving up after about 15 minutes of mostly breathing exercises.
Seems the "old man" has such bad knees that sitting cross-legged and doing the child's pose (i.e., kneeling) kills him. BF blames knee surgeries and years of high school and college athletic abuse - I privately roll my eyes and call him chicken poops because he claims downward-facing dog cuts off his breathing yet has no problem going to the gym to meathead-it a few times a week.
As I'm in the middle of reading Eat, Pray, Love now - right about where Liz is finding inner peace in India, so that should be good enough for me to be considered the in-house expert (haha) - I'm not going to give up on the future enlightenment of my Grumpy Grumperson BF. May any of you lovely ladies know of any good "pre-K" versions of yoga or meditation for men?
And here's my OOTD:
Not unnoticed - Ack, almost the exact same sit-down pose as from a few days ago!
Dress: Ann Taylor Loft (worn here before)