You are here

Well, here we are. I'm not sure how I'll start this out, so I guess I'll just start.

Perhaps putting too much thought into what goes here is the problem? I've thought about doing this for awhile but have resisted -- and giving it too much thought.

I expect this blog will encompass some of my inner thinkings on this journey of yoga, weight, love, life, careers, moving, breathing, being and so on.

Today the heat hangs heavy in the air in Phoenix. I'd really like to go take a dip in the pool, but I'm nursing a case of heat rash on my arm. I'm no so sure if sunscreen (a must for being outdoors here) is the best idea.

Asana practice was OK this morning. My thoughts were scattered, and my mind kept going back to food and coffee. I suppose this is the downfall of not eating a bite before my practice. However, I ended up sleeping a bit late -- which I think my body needed.

We are thinking about hanging out with some friends today. I'm not sure if I'm in the mood to go to a bar to play pool. I've been trying to lay off the drinking since I got back from Chicago. I swear I could hear my body screaming out from too much of it there. I rarely drink, so this is probably why. However, I'm rather enjoying learning to play pool these days. There's quite a bit of skill involved, so this is a nice game for the mind. So it would probably be good to go play.

I'm struggling with Weight Watchers these days. I slept in late yesterday and missed my meeting. However, I think I knew I would miss it -- as I didn't set my alarm for it. I just feel so blah about all of it. Granted, my weight is remaining the same, but it does need to inch downward in order to bring me into compliance with WW's lifetime rules. I've got to take off about five pounds to get there. I suppose that's better than 60, alas.

I struggle with the concept of moderation. I know that the yogis say walking the line of moderation is the most challenging. Food, journaling and the rest are all part of my yoga practice. I see that. I understand that, but I struggle oh so much to walk that center line.

I know I must just keep walking and trying again and again. As we fall, sometimes we laugh, sometimes we get pissed off and sometimes we just breathe and get back up. I'm trying to laugh or breathe. I'm not going to get angry with myself. There's simply no point.

Namaste, C