I don’t think it’s good for my self-esteem to go look in the mirror after doing yoga in yellow granny panties and a sports bra that I’ve had since my breasts were B cups.

Immersion.  Photo credit:  Christine Luksza

Immersion. Photo credit: Christine Luksza

Any gains in mental relaxation were pretty much wiped out by taking stock of my ample mid-section. I want to turn my face up toward the sky and rail against the injustice, but instead I’ll just finish this post right here, go take a shower and set my alarm to wake up for guru Jeff’s class in the morning.

Can I talk to you about how little I feel like dragging my ass to Tempe tomorrow? Oh…ok…later then.