Today was the second time I went to yoga.
And it was HARD.
Like, literally all my clothes were soaked HARD.
And even though I still can’t do all the poses properly or hold some of the poses long enough, and that I’m the fattest person in the entire class… I’m still proud of me.
I’m proud that I’m still going.
I’m proud that I’m focusing on improvement, not perfection.
I’m proud of every movement that I CAN do.
It’s a good feeling.
I can’t wait for that next yoga class 🙂