Time for Yoga

Seven months into my post-baby weight loss adventure, I am two pounds away from my goal.  I have learned along the way to take the time to let my brain catch up to my body, waiting for my mind to recognize the new body weight as normal before proceeding to lose more.  It has taken longer than I hoped, but just about as long as I expected.  I'm proud of myself for the work done so far.

I'm also tired, achy, and vaguely bored.  I've taught myself dozens of new exercises and pounded away on the treadmill.  I've walked miles and miles outside each day that the heat index stayed below 105 degrees.  The workouts have been effective and empowering, but now I'm ready for quieter strength.  I'm yearning for somebody else to guide me for 90 minutes, to stretch and breathe and find muscles I never knew I had.

I'll keep at it in the gym, and the walks outdoors are invaluable... but in every physical and emotional transformation, there is a time to add and subtract.  I am coming full circle to the yoga that pulled me out of depression in my early-20s and the yoga that cushioned my pregnancy this past year.  I'm excited to see what happens when I approach that work from a place of light instead of darkness.

I am so thankful for the studio two blocks from my home and for my many yoga-loving friends who remind me - by their own example - how much strength there is in stillness.