I have come to the conclusion that hot yoga heals all. And I do mean all. Since I have returned to my classes after a three and a half year hiatus my sanity is at an all time level of comfortable stability. My ever so soft mid section is beginning to feel like something other than marshmallow cream and sometimes I fancy that I am not absolutely gross. Of course this only happens during class, but there are moments when I am dripping gallons of sweat and contorted into all sorts of highly unflattering poses that I imagine my image in the mirror is not absolutely hideous. It’s amazing when this happens. I almost want to stop class, hop up and down on my sweaty mat and yell, “Hey, everybody, see those rolls on my side when I do the half moon? Them there are sexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxy! Yeah, baby!” I know this is just my yoga bubble talking shit but it still feels good. And I’ll take it where I can get it.
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