#yogarevolution

I let myself get behind on this daily yoga practice -- Yoga Revolution -- one for every day in January. Like almost a week behind, guys.

It's not that it's too hard. Adrienne is amazing. It's more that I let life get in the way.

I have issues with time management. I know, who doesn't, right? But I feel like I'm really, really bad at it. A lot has to do with my tendency to sabotage myself by envisioning all the ways I'll fail before I even try something - a product of my anxiety. The battle rages on, and while I find myself winning more than I used to, I still have days where I push myself back into a teeny, tiny box and hide away from potential...anything, be it good or bad.

I tried to tuck myself back in that box tonight and talk myself into giving up.
It started with a debate about whether to jump right back into the challenge where I left off or
diving in on today and just skipping the days I missed altogether.
Before I knew it, I was painting my nails. Um, for those of you who aren't familiar with yoga, it is heavily dependent on your extremities. I'm no yogi, but I'd have to venture a guess that wet nails really probably aren't recommended by any experts.
Fortunately it was a quick-drying polish so my procrastination/sabotage was short-lived.

Despite my inner voice's groanings, I turned on the video (from where I left off, for those of you who were being smothered by the suspense) for today, got my butt on my mat (by mat I mean "blanket" I wrangled away from the sleeping dogs...don't worry, they still have five left), and Did. That. Practice.

And you know what?

I feel freaking awesome.
I am more relaxed.
I feel stronger.
I am good-sore.

And I am ready for more tomorrow.

Hopefully with an earlier starting and ending time.

(Christmas break always messes up my sleep schedule. It doesn't help that I had wicked insomnia over Christmas break and saw 3 a.m. more often than I would have liked.)

But this is a step toward victory, my friends.