Happily Miss M has made a speedy recovery from her illness yesterday, and trotted off to school, after trying to convince me she was “poorly”. Don’t even know where she heard that word, but obviously things haven’t changed that much from when I was young, because I remember trying to milk a one day illness for as long as possible.

Over the last few days I’ve been forced to embrace change. Something I’ve always done virtually anything to avoid, and now, in some kind of karmic way, it’s out of my control. Today I had to tell the participants of a class I’ve been teaching for nearly four years that I can only do it for two more weeks. Then I cried. Then they cried. It was horrible. But as much as I hate to admit it, it’s still the right thing to do.

So, change is my new companion. I won’t say best friend, but it’s definitely hanging out right beside me, jabbing me in the ribs and saying “hey, here I am, what are you gonna do about me?”. This is where my yoga teacher from the Buddhist Centre is fabulously educational, because he’s very into the idea that nothing is permanant. You can’t expect things to stay the same, because they won’t. And maybe that’s not such a bad thing if you learn not to be afraid of it. So I’ll be practicing … a lot!

I began my green tea regime this morning, and didn’t drink any coffee until this afternoon. It coincided nicely with running out of milk, so I didn’t have to think too much about the choice. It actually wasn’t too bad. So let’s see if I drop five kilos in the next eight weeks.

Today I’m loving: my Tuesday morning exercise ladies. And not just for today. xxxx