As I mentioned before, I haven’t lost an ounce but have changed sizes. My jeans fit much looser around the waist, hips, and thighs. I’m not trying to lose weight, but I have begun to eat differently. I’m way more conscious of how my body feels before and after eating and notice that some foods, such as meat, processed grains (such as bagels or white rice) and, alas, popcorn, seem to move very slowly through the digestive system. What I have for dinner affects the way I experience yoga at 10 the next morning. Sometimes this really sucks.
It’s so not about what I look like, but rather about how I feel. My spine is stronger and more flexible. My muscles are stronger. My heart and lungs function more effectively. My blood carries more oxygen. “Oxygen! the greatest nutrient we take in!” my yoga teacher likes to say. Fire of the body.
In general, I am emotionally fitter. That is, I feel calmer, more patient, more relaxed than I used to. Part of that has to do with having a regular practice and finding out that I experience the practice differently each day. Sometimes I am strong. Sometimes I am weak. Sometimes I am very tired and have to sit down a lot. Sometimes my body does more than I think it can do. Sometimes I can’t psyche myself into a better pose, and have to accept that. Each day is just a day.
In general, I’m much more at peace with myself. Around day 40, however, I thought that perhaps I was having a breakdown. Intense waves of rage, or misery, or sorrow, or impatience, seemed to be sweeping over me unpredictably and irrationally. The slightest thought, or sight, could bring tears. At around day 40, I seemed to begin every single class in the bathroom stall, crying for no apparent reason. Then I’d get through the class and the extreme emotions–I’m going to call them the fires of the mind–would dissipate.
I asked my teachers and other students about this. Could it be that this had something to do with the process? The common wisdom is that the first 30 days are physical, the second 30 days are physiological, and the final 30 days emotional. But most of the women I spoke to (I didn’t know any of the men well enough to ask them about it) said that they, too, had gone through similar periods of intense feeling, waves of seemingly irrational and often overwhelming emotion. Many of them said that this process brings issues they had been denying or repressing to the surface. Some said that they were simply becoming more aware of what they were feeling.
Meditating and staring at yourself in the mirror for 90 minutes a day at 105 degrees makes it rather difficult to avoid yourself. You’re simply going to have to come to terms with whatever it is that you are, or, rather, however it is that you are. Another one of my teachers recently said to me, “K, you’ve got to realize that you’re just fine.” There is nothing to complain about. She gets impatient with me when I start to make excuses for my inability to do the poses the way I want to. And who could blame her?
At any rate, just finding out that the fires of the mind were normal seems to have settled them down. That is, I’ve done nothing different but I feel better. But that’s not entirely true. I have done something different. I’ve made a more conscious effort to pay attention to myself and to accept whatever I find here.
Honestly, I’d like to lose weight. But the journey seems to be taking me to the mirror of self-acceptance and away from the mirror of self-criticism. Maybe the weight will come off, maybe it won’t. It’s more important to me to feel good–supple, flexible, strong, and calm– than to feel thin. For now. In general. Thinness is way overrated anyways.