Food, meet stomach

I love the space between dusk and daybreak, the space above the realm of time - and above the world as most have yet to rise. I sat in my chair, sipping my tea and felt pure love this morning. Love for the day, for my body, and for all the blessing that have been bestowed upon me unto this point in time. It made me so aware of what I possess, and ultimately what we all possess - that pure, unadulterated happiness. All I wanted to do this morning was practice, was celebrate.

I made it to the Wake up Class at 7a.m. and made use of this solid feeling. My body was stellar this morning, my moves confident and graceful. The energy of an early morning practice is something so unmistakably wonderful, and something I need to embrace more often! 

Well not all was rainbows and butterflies, my friends. About an hour into class, I started feeling loopy and knew my blood sugar was crashing. I had taken this into account with my breakfast, and had a spoonful of honey with my bar. It must not have sufficed, and due to the extreme circumstances of my projectabilities yesterday, Girlfriend was not OK for long. I finished the sequence, and cut out early. Back to the filth I went. 

I slept until one could not sleep any longer and woke only for toast and peanut butter. 

Ok, and maybe a pedicure but that's all. 

Here's where it gets good, kids. Dinner time rolled around and I couldn't fathom the idea of hunger any longer. What was this thing you speak of, hun-ger? fooooood. Well, I looked to the freezer for inspiration and pulled out a long forgotten friend, the pizza.

I made like a crazy person and even had a soda.