(seriously, this guy is amazeballs)
I have no clue who would be reading this but I have to get something off of my chest (or in this case, my hips). My pants don't fit.
I'm not talking all of my pants, I'm just talking some of them. It happened when I was sitting at work and most likely dropped crumbs of either bagels, muffins, cupcakes, pumpkin bread or chocolate into my lap. I looked down and there was my underwear. Yep... my pants had split and I didn't even know it.
You see, I'm having a problem. I'm at a point where I'm pretty happy with the way my body looks. I've been on a steady regimine of hot yoga for the past six months. Things are much firmer... and by things I mean thighs and booty. In fact, part of my problem is that this "yoga butt" is really only happy in stretchy pants.
I go back forth through being devestated that I've once again gone up a size... but maybe I've gone up a size for the right reasons. Like I said, I'm happy. In the past few months, I have been a lot gentler to my body. Through yoga, I have been able to see how much strength my body has and how that strength has made my person stronger as well.
I struggle back and forth if I want to go into why this past year has been difficult and why I took time off from blogging, but I'm over all that shit already. I'm happy. I like my life.
And I'm pumped to buy new pants.
PS - Yeah, I'm going to try and post some more.