I write about my love-hate relationship with yoga and exercise. When I don’t hate yoga, I love yoga, but like all things that have lots of rules, I like to test them.

As you can see from my clever photo caption, my name is Michelle. What you can’t see is that I’m a wife and mom. I have four kids. Two of them are ours. Two of them are his from a previous administration. I love them ALL like my own.

This means we have what they call a “blended” family. Like all things that come from a blender, sometimes it’s delicious; sometimes it’s vicious.

I have a rather sarcastic, self-deprecating, and slightly dark sense of humor. That makes me sound smart, but mostly it means that I make fun of the size of my own ass and regularly mention the increasingly cruel tricks played by an aging body.

I love dumb stuff too. Anything that makes me laugh, because it’s good for you and more fun than going to the stupid gym.

I happen to agree with my 15 year old son that there’s nothing funnier than poop. Seriously, he said those exact words at dinner last night. So please don’t be offended. If you are, I didn’t write this for you. Get out.

I also write about other things related to yoga in mind set – or maybe just in my mind – like martial arts, fitness, technology related to fitness, and music. You need music for yoga, and dancing, and to make other types of fitness crap less insufferable.

Sometimes I write about television or movies because I love them. Because I love them, I sit on my butt and watch them a lot, and write about them, like I said, not quite a lot. But anyway, I need the fitness and the yoga – A LOT. It’s karmic retribution. I hate it. Don’t you love it?