I feel like I would at confession... Father "or readers" please forgive me, it has been 2 weeks since my last blog post. Crazy how that happens. Life happens. My crazy life happened. I will be honest, it is my habit to stop blogging when I'm not "feeling right" when the universe and I are not on the same page. Normally I love to workout, I love the endorphins, I love the challenges and the satisfaction of accomplishment. But for the last week, I haven't wanted to go the gym. Clearly something isn't right. Hormones, chemicals and stress all play a part in this I'm sure. Last night I skipped the gym, stood up a friend (who thankfully forgave me), and read on my playbook while consuming way too much popcorn (not the good kind!). I get that it's ok to cut myself some slack and relax every now and then. But at what point do you need to give yourself a kick in the ass to get out of bed (in my case, since I like to read in bed and eat popcorn) to get back to a regular routine. Well thankfully I am blessed to have a friend who cares about me enough not to listened to my lamo excuses about not wanting to go to the gym.
I went to my hot yoga class tonight and even though I'm mentally exhausted and down on myself, I had the best practice I've had in like a year! I didn't listened to the crap in my head, I just did what I was told to do. Focus on breathing, go 3 inches lower, relax, breath, lower, let go of the crap... I did it. For once it was amazing not to be a slave to the voice in my own head... I just did yoga!!!!