wind in my hair, don’t care
wind in my hair, don’t care
On recovery, roots & realizations.
I had a big realization at five am this morning, as I was driving to yoga.
When I was in middle school and high school, I had no idea what I was doing, and no idea who I was (like most people, I imagine). I joined the cheerleading squad, jazz band, volleyball team, you name it, and tried on lot of different hats to find which one fit me the best.
When I was younger I was thin, and I never even worried about it one way or the other, but this ended up being what got me noticed. People on the cheerleading squad would talk about my waist line, people in volleyball would comment on my thighs, and it became part of my identity. When people would describe me to others, I’d hear them always always call me the skinny blonde girl.
So, maybe this is why it’s so hard to grow up, to get thighs, to gain weight, to put on muscle, to have that extra beer, because my identity depends on being thin.
There are two things that I’m learning:
1) Never EVER let someone else define you.
2) Never EVER let your identity & well being depend on something that is changing all the time.
I am so much more than the body I exist in, than the shape of my thighs, than how people describe me to their friends. & you are too.
Wisdom, the cutest dog, and one of my favorite fellow yoginis (KATY)
Just so grateful for how strong my legs have gotten.
quads > waist
Fierce down dog competition
Can I be a mermaid already or… ?
Morning yoga and breakfast down while listening to Rihanna. Uh, that song “Nobody’s Business” featuring Chris Brown makes me super uncomfortable.
Now I’m frantically packing for the gym. I’m going to destroy my legs and then eat as many oysters as I can on the pier.
Spring has sprung! :D
(more hollowback practice, a pug’s fancy birthday, sometimes you just need a little hard cider with lunch because… feelings)
Time and time again, I know the best way for me to deal with a difficult time is opening up about it and getting out… which wasn’t too difficult because HELLO, SUN. Last night, I started crying about not getting that job I thought I’d get (I got a little too cocky) and instead of just telling me to woman up, D told me to go to sleep and we’d deal with it in the morning. Deal with it I DID with treating myself with sleeping in, a delicious breakfast, productivity, looking sharp (tiffany blue pants that haven’t fit in a while!), cider, annnd yoga.
D wanted to come to my favorite yoga teacher’s class with me. I was between him and my dearest friend James. AND I DID WELL (hormones be damned). ~ dream life ~ AND D liked the class a lot better than his normal yoga and is dare I say excited to try vinyasa (to learn how to press up into a handstand)!
I get so happy when my loves start to enjoy the things I looove.
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I like it! I’m adding some to my yoga playlist, thank you!
splits handstand on the blocks for day 4 of #handstandmadness! if you have tight hamstrings like me this variation is actually a nice way to stretch them out, keep pointing the toes and let gravity do the work! obviously you can do this with your hands on the floor or with a foot against the wall too.
Guess who I finally met today.
That pug though.
Post-yogi brunch of house granola, plain full fat greek yogurt, pomegranate, and unlimited drip (swooooooon) + James loves me because he shared his bacon.
I went to the yoga teacher training intro class (…on four hours of sleep)! So much exciting stuff to reflect on but for now I have a “day trip to Costco” date? Come to me, bags of almonds and chicken!
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