Yoga kicked my abs tonight! Jyl decided our abs needed a workout and we did lots of poses that aimed right for the midsection. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely need a good kick in the abs. My midsection is horribly invisible these days compared to days of yore but, boy howdy, was I burning halfway through them. I got my head to the ground on my marichasynas today. I love when I see some noticeable flexibility improvement. Yoga is not a sport, this I know but I am doing it for many reasons and one of them is to improve my body's flexibility.

Tonight really opened up something emotional for me too. I just wept on the way home. I'm not really sure over what but some random thoughts were: How sad it is that I keep an online journal; my marriage could be more loving but I'm too tired to really devote to making that change; I really, really want to be more athletic and svelte and I have really good intentions but something always comes up (and this must be my energy creating that "something") and/or I'm too bloody tired to actually do anything (again, my own making); my mom probably isn't open to receiving "the letter" but maybe if I rewrote it to be more understanding of how unopen she is?; I'm failing miserably with my diet (read lifestyle not "diet" as in "I'm on a diet.") and I need to get more serious about eating more fresh foods and sprouted grains instead of processed grains.