The first yoga class I've attended...since I was pregnant with Kayci.
7 years ago.
It felt great--so great that it helped me remember how it feels to be in touch with my body, and to WANT that feeling back. I've logged a lot of gym time in my day (um, my day being pre-kids, pre-school 24/7, pre...grown up) and I had forgotten, until I was standing there by my old favorite piece of equipment, how good it felt to be at home in a gym. I remembered, walking around, how it felt to work out--every day--and how it felt to be thin. And how it felt to have real, live muscles...oh, I remembered.
So I'm not sure what's next. I joined the gym (also huge progress for me--I've been meaning to do it since we moved here...3 1/2 years ago). I'll be there Monday morning for yoga and a workout. I'll log a couple of sessions, at least, with a personal trainer to learn how to get from where I am to where I want to be.
And starting Monday (yep, that's me, Monday's a fresh start girl), it's back on the wagon with eating clean. And one fizzy a week. That's fair, surely. I can't do NONE. Well, I can...we'll see. Maybe I should think positively on that.
We'll see...but I'm ready for what's next. It feels good to feel good again. :)