a celebration of doing one small thing different (like working out, for once)
My doctor says I have borderline high cholesterol. I tell her this is nonsense since I eat the healthiest out of anyone in my house. But then I consider this is not a high bar and recommit. To less cheese. Less frozen hot dogs leftover from youth group events. I feel a familiar sigh rise and fall like a rickety rollercoaster in my chest. Who I am kidding? I’ll recommit in five years. When cooking farro feels less fraught.
But then I open Kendra Adachi’s brilliant book, The Lazy Genius Way, for the first time since I bought it. I knew it’d find me eventually and now it has and now I’m reading that she intended to do yoga for thirty-minutes, 4x a week but instead decided “movement, not necessarily a finish line” was the goal. So she did one down dog pose a day. For fourteen months. When, imperceptibly, her heels touched the ground.
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