And not even a young energetic wombat — an old, grumpy wombat who does little other than sleep and watch all the other wombats moving around their habitat.
So me, being the old, grumpy wombat couldn't call herself a yogi and insult the energetic zoo of yogis around me — I had to find a new name by which to refer myself that wouldn't offend the practice that I was beginning to love so very much.