Good evening out there! It’s our anniversary date night tonight but I wanted to stop in quickly and share a little something with you.
It is high on my list to recognize the small things that make me happy, and to remember to be grateful for it all. If I can keep this philosophy in the front of my mind, things become easier, more pleasurable, and I like to think I grow because of it.
So when I came across this quote a couple of years ago, it struck a cord and I haven’t let it go.
While I was pretending to be all design-y these past few nights, I went ahead and turned it into a little poster. I think I might add it to my new sidebar, which should be active very soon. I’m done with all the designs and nitpicking, and I’ve passed it all on to the magic maker. He says he’ll have it ready to go up in the next couple days.
Tonight I am taking my first yoga class and while I’m nervous and a little scared, I am mostly excited. I think it may be the beginning of a journey for me.
I’ve wanted to practice yoga “officially” for a long time now. I’ve followed along to videos at home but have never taken it as serious as I’d like, and never stuck to a routine. For Mother’s Day, Ant gave me a two week unlimited pass to a yoga studio, which allows me to take as many classes as I want over the course of two weeks. I intend to try out a few and find the style that feels right for me.
I feel like this has been a long time coming. And I know it’s time to get serious about my health again. Lately I’ve been falling down on the job.
I stuck to a very disciplined eating plan through the last half of my pregnancy. It was in order to maintain normal blood sugar levels, which it did successfully, but I got so much more out of it. I am thankful every day for that gestational diabetes diagnosis. It taught me the power of healthy eating. I’ve said it many times over, but I can’t stress it enough. I felt amazing. And at the tail end of pregnancy, no less.
Once I had delivered, it was all I could think about to eat those sugary snacks I’d been denied. I was like a caged animal, set free to devour – anything with sugar in it. It was as if I was making up for all the treats I couldn’t have over those past four months.
I make it sound drastic, but I also held pretty close to my diet plan as well. I still meet my protein and fruit requirements, but I’ll skip the dairy here and there, and have fallen back into eating very little veggies throughout the day. A cookie here, sugary cereal there, and a little chocolate at the wrong times, for me there is a noticeable difference I feel within my body and my mind too. I am having it all in moderation, but maybe too frequently.
So the question: Why do I do this to myself?
I know how great I am capable of feeling, if I just feed my body right. I gain more energy, a happier disposition, brighter skin. With two kids, goodness knows I could use more energy, patience, and mental strength.
I think yoga will be a good fit, at least I hope so anyway. My struggle is not with losing weight. In fact I would feel more comfortable in my skin if I gained about ten pounds. I need to build muscle, stability, and tone. I need to be stronger. Yoga should be of help there, and hopefully in a gentle and slow way, combined with healthy eating, I can begin to serve my body as it serves me.
So here goes…I’ll keep you posted.
What about you? Do you practice yoga or engage in other fitness routines? When/how do you feel your best?
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