My yoga off the mat KILLED today. I taught a great class at the Eau and then did a private with 3 twenty-something hot shots in from Boston for the weekend. I left feeling yoga stoned just from the fumes. When I walked out to my car and glanced down at my phone I saw a text from my husband saying, "Sit down and take a Valium, your Instagram acct is gone, hacked?" At this point, most people would expect me to start doing the Oprah ugly cry, right? Not even a skip in my step.