I didn’t start where I am in that picture above. And I’m not there now.
That picture was 4 years ago. I gave birth to my son 5 months ago.
I am beginning again.
I went to my 2nd nonrestorative or yin class in almost 7 months yesterday.
My intention for the practice was this: to love up on all my “extra.”
In yesterday’s class I put my knees down for every plank.
Rested in child’s pose 5 times in one hour, and made room for my “extra” : skin, scars, pounds, and props.
Some days it’s easy. Some days it’s not. But I have to fight to love my “extra” and guard my eyes and mind against all the “21 day yoga shred plans and meditate your way toward a mini dress (and away from biscuits) madness” because I need my practice to be a safe and exploratory place as I feel my way through this new place called mother –hood- land.
And I’m fighting and working, y’all.
Not to get “back” in that pose or body.
But to move from feeling “extra” to this:
This is not extra.
This is me, whole.