slow.
Comments(2) i am really fat.
sometimes this bothers me. a lot.
i am not as fat as i was a few weeks ago.
sometimes it bothers me to constantly think of myself as fat.
i am moving slowly and persistently towards healthier, leaner, more efficient body.
sometimes the pace of the journey is disheartening.
yoga is a practice,a lifelong one if you’re smart.
sometimes the way my fat gets in the way of my bending and holding and even my breathing compels me to give up.
but then i tell myself that if i give up, it won’t change.
sometimes i think it would be easier not to change.
today is saturday. i am alone, and have plans to attend a party this evening.
sometimes i wish i was a paper doll and could change everything about myself by folding over a few tabs.
i got a haircut and some new clothes and i look much better than i have in a long time.
sometimes i really really do feel a lot better.