|Triangle Pose-My favorite!|
When I look at the calendar and add up the amount of days that I haven't gone for a walk over my lunch hour or when I see the amount of dust my yoga matt is collecting in between sessions. Sessions that haven't happened in weeks.
It's so stupid of me.
I've publicly admitted to how amazing I feel when I go for a stroll and/or dip into some yoga poses that make my body squeel with joy, every day. It's not like I have to commit to a bunch of time to accomplish this. And yet...I go home after work and clean something, cook something or yell at someone (Um, I have 3 sons).
My eating habits have gone down the shitter also.
I mean, right in this very moment, all I can think about is a Wendy's Baconator.
Two weeks. Two weeks is the amount of time it takes to form a habit. I was into eating healthy and working out for much longer than that, and yet, here I sit thinking about bacon grease.
Have I mentioned that the last time I went to my General Practitioner she said I was pre-diabetic? So there's that too...
The main thing is, I wasn't obsessing over my weight anymore. I was obsessing about how rad I was feeling. And that feeling can't even be described.
People, I have Bipolar Disorder and I didn't have one depressed day when I was doing the right thing by my body.
So...I've failed. Again.
You'd think I would be used to this shit by now, but I'm not.
I'm an ass. An ass who needs to "move it-move it" or watch it expand.
So...yoga it is. Today.
And that's final.