Yes. This. Always.
I've been going about 6 weeks. If I don't go at least 2 or 3 times a week, I feel off. Things just aren't in alignment. I need the grounding, the self-time on the mat, and the accepting teachings that yoga provides to keep me balanced.
We both kind of fell off the wagon the past week in a big way. We had a long weekend and definitely took advantage of it. But we have picked ourselves up and dusted ourselves off to get ourselves back on track. We dragged ourselves back to the gym today and both agreed that we needed it. Let’s be honest, there will be stumbles, there will be setbacks but as long as we keep moving forward, we’ll reach our destination. #movingforward#itsajourney#progressnotperfection#backonthewagon#momsfromtheburbs
Not working out to punish myself, earn extra points, undo ‘bad’ eating, or allow myself to eat/drink more. I’m not seeing it as a punishment, requirement, or burden. I’m doing it to reward myself with better health, to feel the buzz after a good sweat, to gain strength, stamina and a firmer bum. How we think about things is central to how we feel about them. I’m trying to change years and years of a negative association with working out and to do it as an act of self love rather than self harm