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| 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.
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.
Day Seventeen
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