There are two posts in the wings, but they can wait.

A week ago, I had my first yoga class in years at a center where I’ve taken classes before. It’s within walking distance, but it was still quite cold out, and I chose to drive so I could run some errands before class. I remember thinking during the relaxation period of that first class about a quote from Babylon 5 (which was certainly not the origin of the idea) — something about how we measure history by the wars and not by the peace. I thought about how we often have a similar attitude about our bodies. We pay attention when they hurt and ignore them when they feel fine. So I started being happy and grateful that I could be there, feeling the different parts of my body by choice rather than by necessity.

And a freaking sunbeam came through the window and hit me upside the head. I’m not even kidding.

This weekend, during the same part of class, I was just grateful to be here, to be solid. I’ve heard people in the Healthy At Every Size movement say that their weight gives them a tangible way of taking up space, of being physically in the world. Saturday morning, that’s what I felt — solid in this world with a floor under me, a roof over me, and a place to go home to…to say nothing of the luxury of spending 90 minutes just stretching and breathing. You know, for fun.

Right now, it’s hard not to view most of my life — and lifestyle — as luxurious.