This article , entitled “When Chocolate and Chakras Collide” that ran in the Dining and Wine section of the New York Times yesterday has got to be one of the most ridiculous things I have ever read. A summery: people with too much time and too much expendable income do yoga for an hour, and then, without moving up from their mats, pig out on a gourmet meal, complete with wine and desert. Please note:
Joy Pierson, the chef at the nearby Candle Café, a vegan restaurant that supplied the meal, sat cross-legged at the front of the room, encouraging everyone to breathe in slowly. “Ssssmell the squassshhhh waaaafting through the air,” she intoned.
However, in the spirt of non-judgement I am going to conduct a little foodie/yogi experiment of my own today. I’m going to go to yoga class and then blow every calorie burned by sitting on my couch and drinking a bottle of two-for-ten boxed wine and eating cheese and crackers, followed by whatever chocolate is left over in my freezer from christmas. I’m sure that enlightenment (or a nap) will follow.