I am slowly screwing myself out of every single binding ansana, as well as out of any vinyasa progress, while suffering acute claustrophobia during the closing sequence because I am feeding the demon squatters who are living my stomach. The only difference is that I am not panicked or afraid. Just discouraged but curious and willing to calmly observe and listen instead of establishing martial law, and outlawing this and that. I realize that it has been the month of the rant and if you are still reading, here are two awesome things that do not feed the demons and are enjoyable:
You know how Kiki Flynn says olive oil soap is best for dry hair? Liquid olive oil soap, people.