So I went to yoga class for the first time today. I felt like I was doing really well until we had to lie on our backs and the roll up into a sitting up position. I really tried. I got stuck less than halfway up and just held it there for a little bit stretching my legs like she told us. I finally rolled over and pushed myself up when that particular exercise was over. But that was the only thing I really could not do–my big ol’ gut was just in the way. And I rediscovered my hate for plate mirrors watching myself do things. But I got through it with a minimum of soreness that was gone after we did the last relaxation exercise. I came home, showered, washed my hair, and ate lunch.
I also signed up for my nonfiction class this morning before going to yoga. We’ll be doing five essays, two long and three short and seeing how that goes. Along with a lot fo reading. Which is fine. THat’s what I bought the books for. WE had to write an introductory bit about ourselves, and I noted again how inclined I am toward brevity because of my newspaper work. I’m going to need to work on that in this class, I think. But that’s what I’m doing it for–to learn how to improve.
WEnt to church tonight and noticed again how low my anxiety was compared to when I walked into last Wednesday. SO that was a good feeling. All in all a good day. Hope that many more like it will follow.