Yoga and my Holiday

I've been sticking to my plan about getting my flexibility back. At the very least, each day I'll grab my yoga strap and spend 15 minutes or so stretching. It feels a bit weird to be using a strap, but for some stretches, it makes the whole thing less frustrating.

On Monday I tried the same yoga fusion thing that killed me. It killed me again, although I lasted 10 minutes longer than I did last week. Even better, on Tuesday, I tried the hardest DVD I had (the killer yoga stuff being from Comcast), and I did get sweaty (the air conditioning in our living room is dying), and parts of it weren't fun, but I got through the entire DVD without any real fatigue in my arms, which leads me to believe that my yoga muscles are fine, although they are pretty non-bendy right now. I did however, possibly fall asleep on my mat during the deep relaxation pose (aka lying on your back with your eyes closed, trying not to think about anything), although I'm not sure, because the DVD I use ends when you've got your eyes closed, and without telling you it's ended (my one gripe about it).

Over the 4th, BK and I got up at 5 a.m. to visit my parents, and I pretty much accepted that I'd have little to no control over my food that day, as evidenced by my choice of breakfast: coffee and a donut (we stopped at Dunkin' Donuts). I wasn't a fan of the coffee (but then, I really only like coffee I make), but I hadn't had a donut in about 2 years, and it was pretty tasty. The problem was that once the sugar and caffeine were ingested, I became so energetic that BK probably fantasized about throwing me into oncoming traffic, as we were still in a car.

I did try to make healthier choices while I was there, but I also didn't let it bother me, as it was a once a year thing. Further, when presented with a dinner that I didn't want (angel hair pasta aka the pasta that no matter how much of it you eat, will always look like you haven't taken a bite), I took a bit (about three bites' worth), so as not to be rude, while telling myself that we'd stop and I'd get something I liked better on the way home (rather than take what I thought was a reasonable amount, only to realize later that I'd taken too much, as I was full, but there was still so much pasta on my plate that it looked like I hadn't eaten anything. which for some reason is a trigger for me), when my Mom and sisters noticed, and before anyone could insinuate the ED that they've never acknowledged, I asked for some Greek yogurt, and everything was fine.

And I never thought twice about that donut.