So, today I got the call that no one likes to get. The one where you hear something along the lines of "we need more tests." I'm sure everything is fine, but you can't help but listen to that little devil on your shoulder saying, "what if?...."
So after getting home and going to the store and other household chores, I took off to Zumba. I really wanted to go for a run, but by the time I was able to leave the house, it was getting late, and a long run before it got too dark was out out of reach.
So I lost myself in Zumba instead. I really just got into the class. I didn't look at myself in the mirror, I didn't worry about missing steps, I didn't really care about anything else. I just danced with everything I had and made my fat cells cry. Because making the fat cells cry seemed like a better alternative.
And it was. Now I'm going to relax with some yoga and my favorite post on days like this-chavasana.