kicked it to the curb.
told it i'd see it never.
said i hoped the door didn't hit it on its way out.
then, i took off my shoes, rolled out my yoga mat and started remember what it felt like to feel good.
seriously, guys. i quit.
for now i'm enjoying power yoga, hot yoga and lots (and lots) of walking.
it's been about a month and already, my body is transforming. my arms are defined again. my posture has improved and my anxiety has decreased.
and, apparently, i sound like an infomercial.