I’m not sure where the following two thoughts fit on this blog but it is remotely related to my journey of fitness and health so I think I’m going to write them down.
1. My SIL called me yesterday and we caught up on each other’s life. She told me about her new found love affair with vegetables and drinking water. I’m happy that she is looking to become more healthy! She is one of those naturally tall and fit-looking girls that I had never realized that for a while, the doctors had told her that she’s pre-diabetic. She also revealed to me that it was recently did she realize that how much her upbringing affected her relationship with food. For example, before last year, she had never purchased fresh green beans before from the produce section before. Since her mom had always given them vegetables from a can, she didn’t know how to use fresh vegetables in her meal. It made me realize that parents can have a tremendous effect on how their kids see food and what they choose to eat. I’ve always cooked with my mom before I moved out on my own and by the time I left home, I already had a couple years of experience handling food and is somewhat knowledgeable about healthy eating.
2. I went to yoga today. And in the middle of my Sun A, I looked out the large floor to ceiling window of the studio and saw a homeless man also doing yoga. He was mimicking our movements in the little courtyard outside of the studio. Suddenly I thought how incredibly privileged I am to wear my stretchy yoga clothes while enjoying the beautiful and heated studio. But it also reminded me what yoga was really about – outside of our workout gear, nice mats, and fancy studio, the most important part is our dialogue made out of movements and connections. Everyone and anyone can do yoga. I’m pretty sure the gods of yoga are happy to draw every practicing yogi into his/her embrace.