After a lifetime of indulgence and possibly not looking after myself quite as well as I could have done I felt a detox and yoga break in Phuket was just the ticket. I kept a mini diary, so you can get my real time thoughts and feelings. Perhaps it was a warning to run …
So I’ve got the yoga nailed-ish but what about the every day sense of calm and well-being. That’s where meditation is supposed to come into play.
To coincide with my giving up smoking I thought I’d better look at my whole lifestyle. I’ve always been a yoga fan but my one session a week just wasn’t going to cut it with a newly found craving for sweet things.
So after 14 years of sucking on those chemical ridden sticks I’m finally free! My name’s Johanna and I’m an ex smoker. BUT… why did no one tell me this comes at an emotional price?