I went to an actual yoga class this evening – with an actual teacher and yoga blankets and bolsters and ALL of the good yoga “stuff.” I cannot even believe how much flexibility I’ve lost – not to mention any memory of where all my “parts” are supposed to go in the poses. But it felt good. REALLY good. Like something I want to sink into again – only maybe not with the single-minded obsession I had before.
I’m not sure what’s brought it on, but I feel a sort of clarity lately that I haven’t felt in quite awhile. I think that’s part of what brought me back to a yoga mat after 2 stubborn years away. It’s also somehow got me stepping cautiously back on the health wagon – cooking/eating good foods, walking, drinking lots of water. I’ve started and failed such endeavors before, but this time it’s feeling mildly sustainable.
I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’m posting this without a photo. This is a VERY big thing for me – I’m not entirely sure I’ve ever posted without a photo, but I’ve been examining my “stories” lately. You know those ones we tell ourselves over and over until we believe them so completely we don’t even consider challenging them? One of my stories is that I MUST NOT blog without photos – another was that I’m too fat & out of practice to go to yoga.
Suddenly these stories seem to desperately need challenging.



















