The Limpy Yogi

The BF found a nail in his Jeep tire on Saturday, so our initial plans to drive north to go hiking got thrawted with an outing to Discount Tire instead. Four brand new tires (! - but he had been putting that off anyways) and a replacement tire pressure sensor later found us staring at a flat (that's right, on a brand new tire) on Sunday morning. Suffice it to say, misery loves company and we were all on first name bases this weekend.

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)
Belt: J. Crew elastic blossoms (worn here before)
Cardigan: J. Crew Sunshine Peony (worn here and here before)
Shoes: Mossimo by Target wedges (worn here before and again, again, again)