Yoga Yoga Yoga

I am officially addicted to Bikram Yoga.  It’s crazy.  I am seriously considering hitting a 6 AM class during the week, so my practice will be more consistent.  I miss it during the week.  This is unheard of.  My sleep pattern has changed - I’ve never been a morning person & now suddenly I’m AWAKE at 5 AM.  Doesn’t mean I’m well-rested, because part of the purging I’m experiencing is emotional purging, where old long-buried anxieties are popping up to the surface and keeping me awake late into the night.  Alas.

But by god I’ve dropped a size.  I was tenuously at the edge of that for the past two months - since dropping the baddies (caffeine, dairy, sugar) - but it took the yoga to close the gap.

 I’ve always started yoga & then quit because it just wasn’t doing for me what I thought it should.  ‘Relaxing’ yoga didn’t relax me.  ‘Strenuous’ yoga hurt, but didn’t offer enough of an immediate benefit to keep me interested in returning.  I guess Bikram is just what I needed.  I have never experienced such a rapid shift in perspective & physical health in my life. 

Of course, purging is the deal.  Physical purging (skin, in my case), emotional purging, etc.  I’ve finally reached the other side with some of that, Amen. 

Two years ago, an acquaintance told me she was taking Bikram Yoga (”You know, the hot yoga,” she said) - and once she explained, I though she was mad as a hatter.  But now I get it.