The house is eerily quiet as the three other sick people slumber on. Once I realized they were all asleep I snuck in some meditation time and came to the great realization that, not only will I get on the mat tonight and get in my yoga practice, I’m fat. Yup. Oh, before you go getting all “don’t harsh on yourself YogiMummy” please know I don’t mean any disrespect to myself. Really. I love myself. It’s taken many years of inconsistent loving myself to finally give myself the kind of respect I deserve. And so I’m going to be honest with myself. I’m fat. Yup. So watchagonnadoaboutit?
Well, for one, I’m going to pat myself on the back for finally realizing this. Phew. That felt good to say it out loud. And thanks to yoga I was able to pat myself on the back.
Then I’m going to make a plan. A true, written out plan. Goals, baby, goals. I make them in other aspects of my life so it’s time I made them for the fat part of me, too.
Then I’m going to put that plan into action. Not tomorrow or next Monday, but today. It’s time to step up and take charge and stop letting these little things like sick children, work deadlines, laundry and making prank phone calls get in the way.
Yes, today. Perhaps I’ll get some hot chocolate while I’m making these plans, though. Well, it could take a while!
