Stood on the scales this morning and I was 3 lbs up.
Actually I'm surprised it wasn't more!
I had a fabulous weekend in Killarney, eating and drinking my way through the AIMS weekend. But that wasn't what did the damage. If I had come home on Sunday evening and said
"Right, that's it. Weekend over, now lets get back on track".
I would have dropped those pounds like I did the previous week.
But no, it was like the dam burst. I ate anything that wasn't nailed down! I couldn't get motivated at all.
Luckily it was the summer solstice.
What has that got to do with it? I hear you ask.
My friend Fiona was having a special yoga class out by the lake in Belvedere house on Saturday morning. In honour of the longest day of the year she was concentrating on our solar plexus (!) which I am reliably informed, is located behind our belly button and is the centre of our determination and confidence.
It is literally "the fire in our belly"
I was a bit worried that all those happy vibes wouldn't be able to penetrate the extra layer of fat that had deposited itself in my belly since last week, but I decided to give it a go.
And guess what, it worked!
For me, the most powerful part was when we were doing "The Warrior". As we stood, tall and proud, pointing out over the lake, Fiona told us to look down our middle finger and concentrate on what we wanting in our future for the next six months.
To get back to my comfortable weight, get back to my comfortable weight, get back to my comfortable weight, I chanted.
So now I'm very much fired up and ready to go. This week I intend to have more fire in my belly than sugar!
This is still my favourite part of the class...time to relax!