One week exercise ban is up! I didn’t get close to enough sleep last night, and when my alarm went off at 5:45am I was feral. But the options were either get up and go to yoga, or drift through patchy unsatisfying sleep for another 90 minutes before dragging myself into work. I went with yoga. Thank goodness.
I’m never ever ever stopping yoga for that long ever ever again. The past week has been awful. I’ve been depressed and angry and rude and stroppy and tired and miserable and sick — despite this being precious time with James, one of a handful of weeks this year (although he has been wonderful about my bad behaviour). In yoga, it all melted away.