On Wednesday afternoon my sister Caroline and I decided to take a yoga class after working out. The class started at 4:30 and we both thought it would be thirty minutes of stretching, relaxing, and winding down from our day. Wrong. I must backpedal and tell you that once upon a time this chunk of meat was a slender yoga goddess; that's right, I am no novice. Cut to twelve years later and add
70lbs some weight, and you will find me in the now. I struggled through yoga class. It was a wake up call for me. When I look in the mirror I do see a big person, it's true, but I do not see someone who is obese or incapable of getting back in shape. My body however, believes otherwise. Things that I used to be able to do so well did not come easy, my balance is terrible, I can't even plank for fifteen seconds! This was Miss. Caroline's first class and you couldn't tell. That bendable minx was doing headstands, the splits, and really showing me up! My point is, I am now really aware that my body is nothing like it used to be. I'm a little bit sad but I know that if I just keep working at it I will be back to how I used to and I will feel better. God has definitely taught me patience. So with time and patience the yoga class will get easier.