I started going to yoga classes on a whim. I have a friend who can only work out if she has a buddy to hold her accountable. I was her go to person. We thought about joining a gym together, or running on the local high school track, but we came across a coupon — two for the price of one yoga classes at our local studio. So, we tried it out together.
What happened next was nothing short of amazing.
I went through the entire two hour (yes, 120 minutes) class working harder than I ever have before. There was something about the peace of the studio, the candles and incense, the voice of the instructor. He repeated over and over, “You are enough.” This really resonated with me — the positive messages that go along with yoga. It’s not just about bettering the body, but the mind as well. Was I enough? I never thought about it like that but maybe I was. In that moment, I was doing just what I was supposed to do — being a mom, a wife, a writer, and beginning yogi.
By the end of class, tears were running down my face. I didn’t realize how much I needed this time to myself or how good it felt to push myself to the limits. The meditation aspect of the class gave me time to think about things that I was trying hard not to think about for so long (failures, achievements, life, loss).
I couldn’t wait to go back to another class. That was four months ago, and I’ve been going twice a week ever since. And it’s not so much about the weight loss issue, it’s more about bettering myself and doing something for me.