It is disheartening to feel and watch my body in yoga after a couple month break. In places where I used to be able to easily touch my toes, I have to strain, stretch, breathe and hold on, barely.
Today was my second day and the postures seemed just a bit less brutal, and I had regained a little of my flexibility...I felt kinder to me, less annoyed with the lapse I let go by.
The path forward I have traveled before, so I know I can reach places that now are just a memory, but with consistency it can be done AND it is all up to me.
I have to make the effort, plan the time out, put it on the list.
I fell away from the routine, and got sloppy with my time, and my body paid the price.
With the repetitive nature of my job, sorting mail and putting it in boxes, my arms, neck and shoulders tighten up in muscle knots. My legs and lower back pay the price as well for either standing all morning or sitting all afternoon. By the end of the day without yoga I am ouchy.
What surprises me is that I know the cost of not doing yoga, yet I drag my butt getting to the mat. I feel better doing yoga, yet I don't eagerly run to do it each day.
It was good to see myself in the mirror taking care of myself...
