It’s amazing what a little time and distance can do. I was looking at Monday’s cartoon today thinking, who even wrote this? How could I think such horrible things about myself? How am I so much meaner to myself than I am to anyone, really ANYONE else?

I’ve really got to get back on track. The losing weight is nice and all, but I have got to stop focusing on it and get back to figuring out how to stop hating my body so much. Tonight in yoga I felt so strong, so solid, and then I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror (I know, I wish there wasn’t a mirror at yoga, but it’s also a dance studio) and immediately got disheartened. But later I thought, why would that ruin things? I don’t do yoga to look pretty. I do yoga to feel strong, and I was feeling strong. Why did I even give a crap how I looked?

Seriously. I spent 20 minutes before class tonight trying to decide what pants to wear. Do you know how many students are in the class? ONE. It’s seriously just me. I am shaking my head at myself right now.