Tuesday mornings I go to my friend’s house to work with her on some yoga. We also talk about what she is eating. She recently quit a high stress job and is starting her own company. It has been great to see her progress with her yoga postures. But it has been even nicer to see a real smile on her face. I am super excited for her.
As I was walking to her house, I suddenly became very conscious of my own legs. Specifically where my hamstrings meet my butt. Going back to Bikram twice this last weekend did a number on my legs. And at first I thought it was just the pain I was feeling. But then I realized that it was the strength of my legs moving me down Second Avenue.
I’m sure it’s not what the phrases mean but it occurred to me that I need to be more body aware and less body conscious. Stop worrying about the numbers on the scale or on my jeans and think about how great it is that I average four exercises classes per week. That I am able to run up and down the stairs at work. That I can chase my kids around and carry my son to and from my mom’s house every day without getting out of breath.
Anyway…I am trying. Trying to see myself through the same eyes I use to see (really see) my friends.