Interlude
Not without a sense of humour, I do appreciate the irony of living an essentially sedentary life in order to write about mobility. But it's entirely unsustainable physically and emotionally.
So before I gain another twenty-five pounds, completely destroy my muscles and joints, and spend any more time in emotional turmoil, this week is all about me.
My skin. My head. My mind. My neck. My shoulders. My back. My arms. My wrists. My heart. My chest. My belly. My groin. My hips. My hips again. My thighs. My calves. My feet.
And laughing. Lots of laughing.
So before I gain another twenty-five pounds, completely destroy my muscles and joints, and spend any more time in emotional turmoil, this week is all about me.
My skin. My head. My mind. My neck. My shoulders. My back. My arms. My wrists. My heart. My chest. My belly. My groin. My hips. My hips again. My thighs. My calves. My feet.
And laughing. Lots of laughing.
4 Comments:
Good luck. I just finished, myself. There is an end to the road!
congratulations! and thanks for the encouragement.
also: after posting so many links to yoga journal (what can i say? they were the best pose descriptions online) blogger flagged this site as a spam blog and i've had to request a human check it out and decide if posting verification can be turned off. part of their combatting spam blogs strategy. interesting.
OMG. I feel this pain as well. I have gained 10+ pounds in the last 2 months of writing, probably because I keep reaching the point where only cupcakes can convince me it is worth living through another page. I haven't done yoga since March. sigh.
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