After traveling for work and battling the “other” flu for more than a week, I found myself in yoga at 6 a.m. last week after a month hiatus. Every move toward yoga seemed painstakingly difficult - from getting out of bed, to brushing my teeth, to driving 10 minutes to the studio, to rolling out my mat. Then the sore muscles. Oh, the sore muscles afterward. Every movement served as a reminder that my life is once again out of balance. The scale of good habits and bad habits are a glaring mental display that good habits are easily broken.
I have found that good habits are forged with accountability, determination and consistency, and bad habits infest themselves in my life and strangle the good habits out. I also often find myself hating strongly disliking those people who run 6 miles at 5 a.m. every morning before fully reading the paper [...]