Thursday night I thought I was going to be the first person in the history of the world to die in a Bikram Yoga class. We must die of something, I know, but I wasn't thrilled about exiting this earth at only 32 years old. I blame my near death experience on my mother's talented baking skills and my four friends from last weekend.
When you eat a whole pound cake and skip yoga so you can eat, eat, eat your way through Dallas with old friends it really wrecks your yoga practice.
Don't cry for me Argentina. I've rallied. I am going to yoga four days in a row to get me back on track. When you get knocked down you have to get up again...
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