I cannot blame the tofu.
I cannot blame the broccoli.
Also the little peas are innocent.
My practice today was the worst ever. My body felt like poisoned. I cannot say that I had pain, no, but I was far below my level. That kapotasana is lost is a tragedy. But today everything was hard (HARD), also the legs behind head poses which I love. I couldn't do chaturanga anymore, my body fell on the floor. Half-hearted was the upward facing dog. I wanted to stop after tittibhasana C. Then I looked around. The yoginis/yogis were either distracted (staring holes in the air) or they were fighting with asanas. It almost made me smile and I kept moving. I did what was possible today and finished my practice. I know that it was good that I finished it. Now I've lost everything forever, was a thought that came up. I know that this is not true.
This practice makes me so damned modest.
Tomorrow primary. I'm looking forward to it. The future cannot be seen in the back mirror.
On my way home I stopped at Yam deli. I had a cappuccino there and a mango dessert. It was so nice to meet the lovely ladies there.
Today I'll bath my body. It deserves it.