Fitness Fads - "Doga" Slinky By Tuesday Style!

I know the one thing I’m really lacking in my slinky quest is more exercise. I think my body has gotten used to walking Cyril everyday and the more general legging it around after him I do – I swear some days I can earn 2 bonus points before I’ve even had a shower!

 I’m also in the process of moving house, so most of my belongings are in boxes and I’ve cancelled my gym membership and plan to join a gym a closer to my new house once I’m settled.

  Excuses aside, I also hate boring exercise, I find running awful, lifting weights dull and burpees make me want to karate chop someone in the windpipe.

  Although I’m against fad diets (and I speak from experience, because I’ve tried a lot of them) exercise fads I’m all for, because generally they’re a bit crazy and more fun than doing bicep curls for 2 minutes.

Imagine my delight when on last night’s “Made in Chelsea” (don’t judge me, I love posh people buying shoes & arguing about who’s being invited to “Daddy’s” house in Cannes) the girls took their well-behaved pooches to “doga”, dog yoga. I’ve always wanted to be good at yoga, I’ve had a few ill-fated attempts at it, but far from looking graceful whilst going into warrior pose I’m trying not to fart. I want to be one of those woman with a sleek ponytail who on holiday gets up early in full makeup and co-ordinated exercise clothing to do yoga on the beach. She then chats to her friends over a breakfast of green tea and mango about how Zen she’s feeling.  Anyway the M.I.C girls all took their well-behaved and tiny dogs to yoga. They sat with them whilst doing slow breathing, balanced them in the air and then went into downward facing dog, whilst their dogs lay calmly beneath them.  Only Rosie’s dog did something slightly naughty and that was giving her a kiss whilst she should have been balancing in the air. This is what doga should look like.

  This morning, unable to find a Nottinghamshire based doga class, I decided that Cyril and I would try it on our own. This is the result.

As you can see, I’m not sure we’re quite ready yet.

  Still I have agreed once I’ve moved house to join my friends Paula and Debbie in playing rugby, she promised me Jonny Wilkinson, so I’m in! I’ve also checked out the classes at my new gym they do something called yogalates, which I’m hoping is a mixture of yoga and a latte.