I spent the evening exploiting myself in the name of fashion and yoga. I think that last part is an oxymoron.
I ate light all day knowing I'd be modeling form fitting clothing at an event. My hollow belly yelled at me during my hair and make-up session.
Hours later, I thankfully slithered into my favorite jeans and my Rangers tee (they suck, BTW) before heading home.
Mindful eating flew out the window as I shoveled food into my face. Now my belly is saying other things.
I need to motivate myself to get off this couch.
It's caked on.
So happy to be in jeans.
I had a decent time meeting other yoga instructors in the Valley, but I realized that what I did, is everything I'm not.
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