“Having kids separated my abdominal wall like Moses parting the Red Sea,” Mazza wrote in her post. “Yeah it’s not good and my stomach kinda points out like a cone. So you know, I am trying to get fitter and fix it so was suggested by a [doctor] to try yoga.” Hilariously documenting how self-conscious she felt getting ready for and set up in her first class, Mazza revealed, “I’m thinking, holy s–t, this is real yoga, not like 5,6,7,8 and stretccchh. Everyone’s taking off their socks and I’m thinking oh lord, my toes are hairy and I didn’t shave them, I only dry shaved my ankles in case my pants ride up.” Ha, OMG. And it only got even worse from there. More from CafeMom: Badass Mom Writes Viral Post Saluting Moms Everywhere (PHOTO) “For the past few weeks I have had IBS symptoms like something crazy,” she shared. “My farts stink like something mixed between a rotten egg and an incineration plant. And somewhere between the dolphin position and the three legged dog, two of those burning garbage eggs slip out and I fart. I farted. I farted at yoga. I’m a walking cliche. My pelvic floor has failed me.” Poor mama! Laura Mazza – Mum on the Run/Facebook She thought the moment had passed, but then, when her instructor was correcting her form, another fart hit, and Mazza was just … done. As she wrote in her post: She chucked her yoga mat to the side and did her best to get out of there as fast as she could. As the yoga instructor said “namaste,” Mazza said she thought, “Nah I’m a go.” Bhahaha! Wow. “And I run out the door and now I’m sitting at McDonald’s eating a sundae crying and laughing,” she explained. More from CafeMom: My 1 Perfect Day as a Mom Totally Made Up for All the Bad Ones The bottom line? “I’m never ever ever EVER, doing yoga again,” Mazza concluded. “F–k the muscle separation.” Bravo to her for being so damn honest about this outrageously embarrassing moment! And for being real with herself about what she’s actually willing to do to heal up. Ain’t no shame, mama. You do you!
title: “Mom Blogger Gets Real About Farting In Yoga Class” ShowToc: true date: “2024-10-09” author: “Robert Monroe”
“Having kids separated my abdominal wall like Moses parting the Red Sea,” Mazza wrote in her post. “Yeah it’s not good and my stomach kinda points out like a cone. So you know, I am trying to get fitter and fix it so was suggested by a [doctor] to try yoga.” Hilariously documenting how self-conscious she felt getting ready for and set up in her first class, Mazza revealed, “I’m thinking, holy s–t, this is real yoga, not like 5,6,7,8 and stretccchh. Everyone’s taking off their socks and I’m thinking oh lord, my toes are hairy and I didn’t shave them, I only dry shaved my ankles in case my pants ride up.” Ha, OMG. And it only got even worse from there. More from CafeMom: Badass Mom Writes Viral Post Saluting Moms Everywhere (PHOTO) “For the past few weeks I have had IBS symptoms like something crazy,” she shared. “My farts stink like something mixed between a rotten egg and an incineration plant. And somewhere between the dolphin position and the three legged dog, two of those burning garbage eggs slip out and I fart. I farted. I farted at yoga. I’m a walking cliche. My pelvic floor has failed me.” Poor mama! Laura Mazza – Mum on the Run/Facebook She thought the moment had passed, but then, when her instructor was correcting her form, another fart hit, and Mazza was just … done. As she wrote in her post: She chucked her yoga mat to the side and did her best to get out of there as fast as she could. As the yoga instructor said “namaste,” Mazza said she thought, “Nah I’m a go.” Bhahaha! Wow. “And I run out the door and now I’m sitting at McDonald’s eating a sundae crying and laughing,” she explained. More from CafeMom: My 1 Perfect Day as a Mom Totally Made Up for All the Bad Ones The bottom line? “I’m never ever ever EVER, doing yoga again,” Mazza concluded. “F–k the muscle separation.” Bravo to her for being so damn honest about this outrageously embarrassing moment! And for being real with herself about what she’s actually willing to do to heal up. Ain’t no shame, mama. You do you!
