Gave myself a good “I told you so” the other evening.
I’ve been slacking on my physical health for a good while. Skipping yoga, more specifically. And I have known for way too many months I needed to start getting back on my mat.
Buttttttttt I didn’t. I put everything else first (only reinforces the theory I am a people pleaser of some variety).
Coronageddon has given me extra time lately. I’ve been telling myself for at least the past month I need to get off my ass because I’ll feel better physically and mentally. Emphasis on the mental health (what a ride it’s been!).
My morning started off strong. I was feeling pretty good- I mean, I even had tea like a lady with coconut milk and honey!
But things ended on a highly irritable note, leading to no energy or desire to do anything. You keep it interesting, depression. I never know where you’ll take me next.
So I watched a few more episodes of Happy (season 2). Skipped to reading. Didn’t help. I decided to do a quick round outside. Sort of helped.
Emotionally flatlined, I opted for a bath. I began thinking about what I could do for myself to help. What do I need.
I knew it was time.
I got out of the tub. Cleaned my room up. Rolled my mat out and spent 22 minutes with Adrienne.
I felt better.
And that part of me that tries to look out for my well being, that knows what’s good for me but I tend to not listen to when I should, popped up to say, “I told you so”.
Maybe I should take my own advice more often.
More posts to come.
I’ve always thought about yoga, but have never done it. what program do you use?
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