Tuesday, 8 November 2011



I've started meditating. It's my new 'new thing'.

All fashion people meditate and do yoga.

And also it makes me feel better that I don't exercise.

So far I have managed about ten minutes a day but not every day, only when I remember. Like twice so far.

It's very hard to meditate.

They say you should pick a comfortable postion.

For me a comfortable position is lying down in bed. It isn't sitting cross-legged on the floor trying to keep my posture perfect. That is a very painful and not comfortable position.

But when you see yogis and Julia Roberts in Eat, Pray Love, meditating, they are always sitting like this and  it somehow feels wrong not to.

Anyway, then you have to concentrate on your breathing. I realised I don't know how to breathe and doing it 'properly' is annoying and makes me not want to meditate ever.

So, uncomfortable postion. Tick. Breathing to the point of almost hyperventilating. Tick.

I have to say, none of this feels at all peaceful, especially with some neighbours' ill-mannered children playing football in the hallway outside my apartment, the builders above my head and husband screaming at the football on TV.

But anyway, I am attempting to be zen etc so I must carry on in the face of such horrific adversity.

The next step, apparently, is to 'try and be present' and then when your thoughts wander, which they will, you allow your mind to gently come back to the moment you are in.

But I can't stop thinking about the What's New section at Net-a-Porter and the Orchids I have to replace and when I will fit meditating in tomorrow's schedule as well as dinner with the girls while being on starvation diet.

So I ask myself, what would Gwyneth do?

I suspect she would hire someone to shop for her, and also do all her meditating.

Some people have all the luck.

P.S On a real spiritual note...here is some good advice from a serious yogi who could really rock a pair of round spectacles

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