I feel terrific, and have for a few weeks now. I have more energy than I've had in years, I am cooking some amazing meals, and I am finding time for work, exercise and play.
Not sure why my life is finally clicking, but if I credit anything, it's exercise. I cannot express how much I love yoga, and what I find so incredible is that each class is different, depending on the teacher. Last night's was filled with positions my carpal-tunnel ridden wrists would not allow me to do, but I worked around those, doing my own stretches, and no one chastised me for not following the leader.
And that is probably what I love most about yoga. It is as calming, powerful or athletic as you want it to be. It's a personal journey, and like my diet journey, takes time -- years and years -- to master.
Wednesday night one of my friends joined me in gentle yoga. She was frustrated because she had a hard time letting go of the thoughts circulating in her brain. A writer, she said she was writing story leads in her mind.
She wanted to be perfect in yoga immediately. That's impossible. Just like eating healthy does not happen overnight. But you have to begin somewhere. I'm just glad I took those first steps.