UPDATE: Here's my Outside the Oreo column for this week on the rest of my yoga experience. Enjoy! And tell me what you think!

In search of a new workout routine (I don’t know about you, but I am done waiting in line at the gym for an ellipitical machine), I went to my first formal yoga class this weekend at Power Yoga Works in Malvern. And, okay, (spoiler alert!) I needed a column idea for this week. You can read all about it on Thursday (and I'll post it here, I promise!), so I won’t give away the surprise ending or the gory details, but something struck me on the way out of the studio and as I drove home. I felt good. Like, better than my skeptic nature would have led me to believe. Good enough to not crave cheese fries, which in my book is pretty good. I mean, I wanted fruit. Really!

I don’t really get into body-mind-life spiritual hooey. I don’t believe that yoga will bring peace to the world and I absolutely don’t buy that Rosie O’Donnell burst into tears while doing a yoga back bend that “released all her negative energy she was holding onto in her hips” (as if Rosie O’Donnell doing a back bend wasn’t hard enough to swallow). But, I must admit I was surprised that instead of feeling exhausted and hungry after class, I felt energized and happy in that I had accomplished something significant and had taken some time out for myself.

In other news, I also threw my back out...before class actually, but then decided to go anyway. So, I've basically been waddling around campus for the past two days like an old lady. Send flowers. Or a Rascal scooter...man, that would be great.

Also, you can get a perfectly good yoga mat at Five Below (located conveniently in KoP), for five dollars. Five dollars. So don’t let me see you buying this.

I hope you all haven't totally abandoned me by now - I know my posts have been fewer and farther between lately. For awhile I was considering making this less personal and more media-based, but then post ideas came less frequently. Plus, it didn't feel like me anymore. So, expect the mag and journo commentary, but expect some more of me, too. I hope you will stick around as I try to find my voice and interact with all of you. Plus, I'm shopping a new theme. And perhaps a new domain. Stay tuned in the coming weeks - I might be growing out of this shell.

Namaste. (That's not rude, right?)