Day 8

Ok, so lets be real, yesterday was hard.  Its easier to do the blog posting when I haven't done the days yoga.  After eating junky food for two days I felt like . . . well, junk.  My yoga practice was hard.  I didn't feel connected to my body or my breath.  I was mad and distracted and fell on my butt trying to get up into thunderbolt. - my pride was hurt but nothing else.  Boo. I am not sure if it was just because it was so late in the day and I was perhaps a bit drunk and full of crappy, greasy food, or if it was because I was coming down with this cold thing I have now.  In any case, it was a hard practice to get through.

Today has not fared much better -- which is a bummer because today starts the beginning of Week 2.   I have some sort of wonderful head cold going on - boo - which is making me feel very woozy, so I am calling today my day off for the week (boo - that was not the plan) and hoping if I go to bed now I will feel better enough by tomorrow to continue with the journey.  My meditation went well this morning though - I tried sitting in a position our teacher showed us last week - which was very grounding.  So that was good. 

I am trying to stay positive through this cold-sinus-infection-thingy-yet-to-be-named because I don't want to believe that its a real ailment, because then I might have to acknowledge that I brought this on myself.  Not to get too new-age on everyone, but it does occur to me that I might have hinted to the universe that I didn't want to go back to work today and that I was a bit pissed about doing yoga at weird hours of the day, and that by getting sick then I wouldn't have to go to work or do yoga.  I don't want to believe I sent that message out into the universe because I don't want to be so blatantly resistant to this process (or non-blatantly resistant either I guess).  I need to just accept my resistance, not judge it, and let it melt away. At least that's the goal.  For now, I will be happy if the junk in my head melts away.

Good Night!