Yoga, again

So I haven't done yoga in, umm, 12 months. From the time I found out I was pregnant and was too sleepy to do anything but eat apparently.

Tonight was the first night back in and, boy, did it feel good.

What I love about it:
-relaxation
-STRETCHING (I love, love, love it)
-flexibility (or the flexibility I hope to regain)
-mindfulness, of my body and what I put into it and my sleep and just the core of me as a human (that sounds so cheesy but it's so true)
-it's not running (I hate running, I've tried to love it, I just can't)

I hope I can continue with this. Tonight I did an evening practice from yogaflo.com. I've been so, so tired lately that my face just hurts. Now, my face hurts a little less.

I wasn't too sure how it was all going to work with baby Jack here and all the attention he thinks he needs, but he did really well while I practiced. I think he was mostly wondering what in the world his mama was doing and why she was moving all strange-like.

It's been 15 minutes and I can still feel it on me. I kind of want to do another 30 minutes. Just the fact that I got up and DID something makes me feel good. I've been so stinking terrible lately. I owe it to Jack and Scott to be healthy and look and feel my best and have energy for them, but mostly I owe it to myself. I'm me again (with a "mama" added to my title) after lending my body to my baby. I love yoga, and I need to remember to do the things I love too.

Here's a little picture to make this post adorable: