I have what I’d call ‘kitchen paralysis’ — I walk into the kitchen and freeze.

Everyone is on their own journey. And all I know is that mine is complex. I still have an inner shame voice if I eat what I deem in the moment as ‘too much’ or if the waist band on my pants feels a little too tight on any given day, or if I see a photo of myself and immediately think I look fat. This voice amplifies itself multiple times a day and is reinforced by not so subtle advertising everywhere.

…starting is hard. And once you do make it to the mat, the truth comes out. I’m not as flexible as I imagined. Damn I am out of shape. This floor is dirty. My dog is going to eat my face. I don’t breath deeply most of the time…