Day 217: yoga and animals.

I'll try and keep this brief, because I know I'm always banging on about yoga and how effing great it is. It is, of course, effing great, and I proved that to myself again this morning when I did a class for the first time in what feels like a million years (actually a week, but same diff). I said the other day that surely all the changes I have seen in myself lately couldn't just be attributed to my not drinking. I think yoga might have quite a lot to answer for. And in the interests of brevity, that's all I'll say for now. (Except maybe give the hot room a try if you haven't already. It might change your life.) And on animals? As a very new vegan, I don't feel qualified to launch into any kind of ear-bashing on not eating our feathered, finned and four-legged friends. However, having just finished a very good book on the subject, Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer, I feel it would be remiss of me not to suggest you read it too. This is not a book by a militant hippie or stunt pulling PETA activist. Safran Foer is a successful novelist who started looking into how food was being produced when faced with the task of feeding his first born son. He just wanted to be a responsible parent. And as responsible human beings, I think it's fair that if we want to eat certain things, we at least know how they came to be on our plate. Yes? So yeah, read the book, do some yoga, do whatever you want and most of all, have a good time. Tune in tomorrow for more profound statements from your local teetotal...