THE PART WHERE YOGA TURNS YOUR BRAIN TO MUSH

My brain is on overload from all the new information from this months yoga teacher training. This has been the first weekend where we've actually done lots of yoga instead of just talking about yoga. When I started this endeavor I was worried that I wouldn't be able to keep up physically. There were moments on Sunday when I thought if I had to do one more Sun Salutation, I was going to cry. But by the end of that evening, I wasn't as tired as I thought I'd be. Of course, I felt differently when I had to get out of bed the next day. Chris has decided to start going back to the Y with me in the mornings (yeah!) and he got all of his things ready Sunday night. When the alarm went off Monday morning, my body screamed at me to stay in bed, but I just couldn't do it. I had to get up because I'm the one that gets us out the door in the mornings. But it wasn't pretty. I lost the car keys. Found them in the trunk. I nearly killed us parallel parking at our new favorite coffee place. There was something else, but I forget what it is.

That's another thing. My mind has not been present. I've lost my keys about a million times. The other night I went to make the egg for Hooper's dinner. I was sitting on the couch wondering what was taking his egg so long to cook. I went in the kitchen and realized that not only had I not plugged the egg poacher in, but I hadn't even set the tray inside the egg poacher. I'm losing it. But my yoga practice is really good.