First of all, thank you for the supportive comments on the last post. Looking back, yes, it wasn't a binge. And even my "bad" choices aren't horrible (I mean, it was low-fat ice cream and a light beer for the love!) I'm going to revel in the fact that the lifestyle has taken hold so well that when I have a day of "slipping" I really do notice, and do feel like I could do better.
Since then, I've been pretty good. It's been, you know, insane. I've had to cut back a little on the yoga because of the insane finals schedule, and my subsequent bout of sore throat/hacking. I'll probably go only 3 or 4 times this week, and again, that's OK. I've made modifications to fit what is an unusually busy time of my year, and I haven't quit making healthy choices. The intensity is just turned down a little until mid-May, when I resume a more normal schedule. But yesterday, I was very good. And I went to yoga, and today am delightfully sore in the abdominal region from the instructor kicking my butt.
Tangentially, am I the only one who actually enjoys sore muscles? I LOVE when my abs/legs/arms are sore. True, I don't like it when it's literally painful to move, but a little sensation in my everyday movements or some burning in the legs as I go upstairs or up a hill are nice reminders that my body is changing. That I may be losing my layer of jiggle and will eventually be one of those smaller girls I envy so much.
Either way, I'm feeling better about my body as-is. I started this whole journey in February disgusted with myself and the way I look. I've since discovered that I now feel GREAT about my body (I think it's the yoga) despite there still being areas I want to work on. I no longer curse my poor tummy, legs, and backside. It's not THEIR fault that they're large. And we're working on shrinking them. It's just a process.
And now -- I must return to my cave at the library, to continue studying for finals. But I think I'll walk instead of taking the bus.
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