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Yesssss! Sooooo true!!!
While browsing through my old posts I came across this one I made about a particular hot yoga practice I once had. All of this still rings true today and I thought it was worth sharing.
I also found it relevant because today, although I really needed a hot yoga practice, I did not go to class. Instead, I went to Whole Foods and purchased a raw chocolate almond butter tart thingy—and ate all of it. (I’m menstruating, what do you want from me?!)
When I got home instead of beating myself up over eating that deliciousness and not going to yoga, I did 90 minutes of a home yoga practice that kicked my ass to an incredible degree, and it made me happy.
Yoga seriously never lets me down. I’ve come to realize that this is purest, most genuine relationship I have ever had with anything or anyone, which is a reflection on the relationship I have with myself. I like to think that I hate everything about myself (and can give a million reasons as to why), but dedicating 90 minutes to yoga is dedicating 90 minutes to myself. I practice yoga for me and only me. That is a really strong form of self-love.
Yoga makes me feel open, happy, content, at peace, alive—it makes me feel a lot of things, but it never makes me feel bad.
Here is the original post and I hope you find something that you can always come back to when you have nothing else.
Namaste.
Hot Yoga
Today was wonderful. I took a 90 minute class and then stayed for the 60 minute class directly after that one because my favorite instructor was teaching it.
She said something in one of of our savasanas that almost made me cry. She said that she had a really bad day and that she had been trying to fill her mind with happy memories and thoughts to kind of wash away all the bad stuff and replace it with positivity, and she wanted us to give it a try. So I did.
And I realized that all my happy memories have ended in tragedies.
The first thing I thought of was a memory I had with my ex husband…then I realized he’s my ex…who now hates me.
The second was a memory about this person that changed my life in a very short span of time…and he was the first person to ever actually make me feel beautiful and worth a damn. He died.
Third, my PETA internship was the best time of my life. Every second of it..the good and the bad…it ended with me having to leave tour early because I was slowly killing myself. I had passed out on the job due to malnourishment from not eating and was taken to the hospital in an ambulance…I was out of work for a week because I literally could not speak due to ripping tissue in my throat and straining my vocal cords from purging over 6 times a day.
I had nothing. It was so saddening. Then I thought, hey, I have my yoga practice. This is what makes me happy and makes me feel good. I’ve never left the mat and thought, “ugh that was awful why did I do that?” I always leave my mat happy, energized, and more content with my body and who I am as a person.
Yoga makes me happy when nothing or no one else does.
Namaste.
-Christy
The high you get from drugs is incomparable to the high you get after a hot yoga class. Fuck drugs, practice yoga.
Today was wonderful. I took a 90 minute class and then stayed for the 60 minute class directly after that one because my favorite instructor was teaching it.
She said something in one of of our savasanas that made me almost cry. She said that she had a really bad day and that she had been trying to fill her mind with happy memories and thoughts to kind of wash away all the bad stuff and replace it with positivity, and she wanted us to give it a try. So I did.
And I realized that all my happy memories have ended in tragedies.
The first thing I thought of was a memory I had with my ex husband…then I realized he’s my ex…who now hates me.
The second was a memory about this person that changed my life in a very short span of time…and he was the first person to ever actually make me feel beautiful and worth a damn. He died.
Third, my PETA internship was the best time of my life. Every second of it..the good and the bad…it ended with me having to leave tour early because I was slowly killing myself. I had passed out on the job do to malnourishment from not eating and was taken to the hospital in an ambulance…I was out of work for a week because I literally could not speak due to ripping tissue in my throat and straining my vocal cords from purging over 6 times a day.
I had nothing. It was so saddening. Then I thought, hey, I have my yoga practice. This is what makes me happy and makes me feel good. I’ve never left the mat and thought, “ugh that was awful why did I do that?” I always leave my mat happy, energized, and more content with my body and who I am as a person.
Yoga makes me happy when nothing or no one else does.
Namaste.
-Christy
I’m glad you found me too! As vegans, we are automatically healthier than our flesh eating friends, but there is such a thing as a junk-food vegan. It’s important, as a vegan, to show people that while veganism (for me) is mainly about animal rights, it’s also about being healthy and longevity. So, while there is no shortage on delicious vegan snacks and comfort food, there are also divine meals and snacks that are clean, healthy, and cruelty-free.
I hope you stick around and tell all of your followers about my blog! I’m working on the aesthetics of it soon!
Namaste.
-Christy
If you have never mashed up a really ripe banana and mixed in with a tbsp of almond butter and sprinkled it with cinnamon and stevia—you haven’t lived life.
Warning: this can be very addictive.
Holy shit.
If your breakfast sucks, the rest of the day’s food will probably suck. Make healthy choices first thing in the morning and the rest of your day will be splendid.
I went a little overboard on portion size this morning, but I was hungry as fuq.
Breakfast:
- 3/4 cup of quick oats with a teaspoon of peanut butter, a teaspoon of chocolate hemp powder, cinnamon, and stevia.
- Cup of pomegranate green tea.
Yumyumyumyum.
Check out this article on hanging out in cemeteries: http://www.mindbodygreen.com/0-5329/Why-I-Hang-Out-at-a-Cemetery.html
I personally like hanging out in cemeteries because there is this calm and peacefulness I get from being in a cemetery that I don’t get anywhere else. Practicing yoga in a cemetery was like combining life and death and it was so empowering. Give it a try!
