Why Yoga?

Why Yoga? There is something about this that I can't explain. Last week I was at lunch with my pal, G, and I told her "I feel like it's time for me to go after the life I'm supposed to have. I feel like that path starts with...Yoga."

Whoa. I don't even know exactly where those words came from. 

I have felt a shift. This has come both in the form of figurative smacks across the back of the head, and tiny little "shiftings" over the past few years. I have many issues I feel the growing need to address, but primarily, I want to find harmony in my mind, body and spirit. I want to enjoy my life to it's absolute fullest. I have come to the realization that there is a lot of cleaning up that needs to happen on my inside. It's time to cleanse! It's time for empowerment! It's time for strength! It's time for, dare I say, "sess-i-ness"?? Cleary, I am not in touch with my sess-i-ness, because typing that just made me giggle like an 6th grader. 

So, what do I like about Yoga? It feels good. I feel better when I've done it. I feel good while doing it. My mind appreciates the slow steady rhythm, focusing only on my breath, my bones, my muscles and clearing space in between all of those parts. It speaks to me. I do, of course, wonder if I will see the results I wish to see by following yoga daily. I will be updating weight loss and posting pictures (kill me now) to track results. 

I will begin with Yoga at home. This is a Mama with minimal funds, y'all! I am open, though, as I delve deeper into yoga as a practice, to wherever and to whomever it will take me. Maybe it will inspire me to incorporate more forms of physical exercise to come into my life, maybe it will inspire even more deeper spiritual habits, maybe I will want to teach Yoga one day, maybe I will find a guru...I'm not sure where the journey will take me but I know that I am ready to begin.

What I envision when I picture myself doing yoga.

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Closer to what I actually look like while doing yoga.

So let's go, little by little, day by day. Goodbye to anger mismanagement, goodbye to stubborn belly fat and yucky body image. Goodbye to Easter candy raids in the middle of the night. I have GOT to get rid of that Easter candy, seriously...although there is one more mini Cadbury Egg. 

Yep, I will be eating that. Damn.