Lbs

I put on my yoga clothes this morning to attend the 11:45am class.  I have a new sapphire blue pair of shorts that are just long enough to cover my bum with a nice little curve.  I also had a great find on the Lululemon site (see below) that matched rather nicely. Jim and I stand at the mirror and evaluate...gettin' better. *sign of relief* Now, I am certainly not the most slender person in my yoga class but it is for sure that I am always the one with the least amount of clothes on. *chuckle*  I seem to have a certain crazy way with things in my mind.  I feel great.  I feel thin.  I feel like less clothes are always better in the studio where Annette fails to turn on the AC.  One thing is certain: Tara hates to sweat.  However, am I really skinny enough to be in class half naked?  Oddly enough, I don't really care.  I mean I am not the type to go out in a pair of pants that give me a muffin top.  If I wear a low rise pair of jeans, I make sure at least my shirt will cover my crack.  But in yoga, in the studio, I feel like if I can fit in it comfortably then I should wear it.  I kinda think that growing up with Dolly Stafford and MaryJean Eckert that I should be anorexic but I appear to be far from that.  I am focused on health first and foremost because really, that is all that should matter.  People telling me I am obese, fat, or disgusting just tells my mind to shrug them off.  I discount them because of the way they present their spiel (I had to look up sp. on that one-Ha).  Thank God for that because people can just be mean.  I suppose that my ability to ignore them is a defense mechanism.  It really is true tho that I know my medical condition, my healthy diet habits, my fluctuating hormones, my working hard once a day at class and no one can take that away from me.  I have lost 20 of the 40 pounds that I gained from being on steroids for a year and I am damn proud.  Booya!