I was going to Yoga class. Finally! I've only said I would make it to class and not made it for over a year now. I have the gym membership and the couple times I've been to the class I've enjoyed it. But it's been over a year and I'm in worse shape then I was last time. But this time I wasn't going to let anything stop me. The clothes were clean and I finally had a working vehicle so I wasn't limited to the bus schedule or someone else's schedule. I was feeling good. My hair was in a pony tail, I had my yoga pants on and a comfortable tank top that went down over my hips so it wouldn't be showing off my fat to anyone else in class. I took a moment to check myself in the mirror. CRINGE Oh my god I was wearing a lot of black! Black yoga pants and the black tank top. The only saving grace was that my black sports bras are too tight now so I'd gone with a teal one. Which matched the teal on my black and teal tennis shoes.
I found myself frowning at the mirror. I understand wearing black when you're hugly overweight like I am. Black is slimming right?!? Bah hummbug this black was not making me look slimming. In fact if was feeling rather depressing. I'd thought that I've been doing better moving away from the all black thing I did in high school. I had started to add some white and moved on to blue while I was in high school. Over the last 10 years I've slowly added other colors into the mix. It was rather shocking to see myself in all black again. But I wasn't in all black. Not really. I had the teal bra poking out and the teal on my shoes that would be kicked off at the door. But my black yoga pants also had a pink stripe at the waist. Ah ha! I have colors on! With that smile of satisfaction the bounce came back into my step as I headed off to Yoga class.
But on my way to class I started to laugh. How could I have possibly thought I had to much black on. Look around me. I have my pink bag, with my pink water bottle and my pink yoga mat. I also was wearing a pink jacket. Oh my god when did I change from all black to all pink! PINK! of all colors. Once again the only saving grace was that teal sports bra peeking out. After all, I had chosen the teal one over the pink one because it was closer and I needed to get out the door without any more excuses. Because by golly I was going to make it to that damned Yoga class if it killed me. But now, I did it in pink. Oh if my friends from high school could see me now...
