I'm quite getting into this yoga malarky.

Admittedly, experiencing a whole two classes doesn't exactly qualify me for karma yogi status just yet in fact, it doesn't even guarantee that I'll make the third class - but I am enjoying it.

I like feeling as though I'm making my body work hard without having to pound it exhaustedly, sweatily and incompetently around a running track (or, worse still, around the smog-and-scally-filled streets of Manchester), and probably buggering up my knee (again) in the process.

Its internal, contemplative focus and emphasis on holistic development suits someone like me, who is a spoilt, sulky brat who hates losing and has a habit of developing strange, unexplained injuries mid-race when she realises that she's being soundly whupped yet again doesn't really enjoy competitive sports.

I love the feeling of intense effort followed by relief, relaxation and the sense that you've released some niggling tensions from your body as you strrrrrrrrrrrrrretch.

And I find the notion that I will become more flexible and thus capable of getting into far more interesting and impressive sexual positions than ever before really rather motivating.

Granted, there is still the farting to deal with. But hey, you can't have it all. (It does make me wonder if the inventor of nose plugs was Buddhist, though.)

Anyway. After my second class last night, I felt very tired, but in a positive way. Perhaps it was the tranquil sense of being at one with my body giving me an unusual sense of wellbeing, as the epiphanic notion of healthier living struck me perhaps truly for the first time, with all the illuminating force of a divine lightening bolt sent by Buddha himself, and my mind pondered the higher matters of existence as I watched Heroes series two illegally on the internet.

So I wrote a shopping list of ingredients to buy today for the new me. Nothing major, just a few small steps to a healthier lifestyle.

These included:

Fish.
Eggs.
Probiotic yoghurt.
Wholemeal bread.
Watercress.
New potatoes.
Berries.
Carrots.
Cottage cheese.
Fruit juice.

However, my lack of willpower breakfast this morning caused me to deviate ever so slightly from this list, and I now have sat in front of me the following:

Fish.
Eggs.
Apple crumble and custard.
Cheesy-topped sun-dried tomato ciabatta from M&S.
Watercress.
New potatoes.
Innocent Detox smoothie.
Galaxy Ripple.
Green and Blacks Maya Gold chocolate bar.
Carrot sticks.
Family-size tub of hummus.
Stilton with cranberries.
Spinach and ricotta ravioli with tomato and marscapone sauce (and not the watery diet version, pah).
Wine.
Wine.
Wine (curse those irresistable three-for-two bargains).

Oh yes, and the frothy remains of an extra-large, chocolate-besprinkled cappuccino.

Hm. I don't think I'll be applying to any ashrams just yet.