Yoga

Every morning I notice that my ass is getting bigger. My pants, which just recently fit me quite loosely, are now tighter. My underwear... it is more snug too. I know it is not because of what I eat but how much. Since quiting smoking... I work from one side of the kitchen to the other and then sometimes, back again.

I went to yoga tonight and it was great. I love the stretch. Gentle yoga of course. By the end of the day, the thought of being bushwacked by anything taking serious effort is not allowable. I should though.

My favorite position is active child's pose: sit on your knees, bend forward and relax, knees spread wide. I could fall asleep here.

This no-smoking thing is really hard. I know all of the benefits... blah blah blah. The best benefit being that my daughter will hopefully remember how hard it was for me to quit and never start. Because let's face it... she is going to prone to a smoke or a drink. Between my love for it and Daddy's love for it... the girl is doomed. Even though dog wouldn't shy from a little whiskey in a cup.

So after Yoga, I feel open and alert... ready to sleep. Ready to not think about my big fat ass and the fact that I need to real in my portions, again. And I know once I get going I will be fine.... I am going to have to buy stock in gum.