Today is my two year anniversary in finding the real me...
It's just amazing how you come into things from something that has nothing to do with it and it just ends up suiting you like a glove and it opens up so many doors and behind one of them is you. The you that has been patiently waiting for you to come around and you embrace yourself and you never want to leave yourself ever again.
Two years ago I woke up and said, it's time, we must try this out. I put out a yoga mat I had bought years before and who I never really even took the time to get to know better and had simply neglected to a corner of my room. Well, now it was time. I don't consider myself a yogi(ni), I don't consider I have the discipline to really see myself as that, I've already left the physical practice for a good several months already. My bad habits keep haunting me (I'm a helpless nightowl) and I keep fighting to keep a balance. But, the truth is I've never been as content, as pleased and proud of myself as I have been lately. I suppose that comes along when you're consistent with what you believe in and your actions. And I'm talking about finally saying, 'yes, I'm a vegetarian, hell, I'm a vegan'...just to put a name to it. Like I said, for me it's just consistency. I have always loved and cared for animals. I don't really know why it took me over twenty-five years to come to terms with the fact that eating them was just plain wrong and made no sense at all with how I felt towards them, how I valued them. And like I read somewhere, "good will will grant you good health by its own weight", ok maybe the translated version sucks, but you get the idea and it's so true. I've never been in such a great shape in my life, mind you I'm not exactly fit, but I'm finally at my 'right' weight. I'm comfortable with myself, or otherwise don't give a fuck about what I look like to other people. I'm me and I like, no, I love, myself.
