I love power yoga. Before my eating disorder reasserted itself, I did a lot of resistance training and body building. Smart psychiatrist says one reason I love this is because I'm trying to protect myself any way that I can. I think I just like it--there doesn't have to be a reason. However, when my eating disorder became a problem, I cut out the weightlifting. I substituted power yoga which uses light weights but doesn't build bulk.
My mother decided to joing me last night. I told her it might not be a good idea. She ignored me.
This morning she called Adam, asking if he could come help her. It seems she's somewhat immobile and can't lift anything.
I've been told I never listen to anybody, which isn't true. But if it were true...I would come by it naturally...
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