Slow And Steady

This is my second week of yoga, and I love it so much! I alternate between a yoga basics class and a deep stretch class. It is amazing how connected I feel to my body with the slow movements combined with deep breathing. My mind becomes so focused on the movements that everything else that I'm thinking about falls away. A few times after class, I have barely made it to my car, and then burst into tears. I understand the emotion, because I'm not used to the connection, but I tend to want to move past it quickly, pushing myself away from the feelings. They are coming out anyway though, and it is okay...my world isn't falling apart. I find myself worrying less over the small, unimportant details, and I'm much more relaxed. I also slept like a baby last night without my anti-anxiety medication, which I take as needed. I'm a poor judge of how well I'm doing with food, but I have been trying to listen to my body. I went home for lunch today and made myself a sandwich because I was hungry. I'm trying to honor that as much as possible, but my hunger cues aren't all that reliable, and also I have the battle of the eating disorder going on in my head. If that sounds like excuses, it probably is, but I'm also trying to be kind to myself, and something tells me that I need to take all of this slow and steady, so that is what I'm going to do.