Put your "BIG GIRL" panties on and suck it up!

Today was my first day at Hot Yoga. HOT. YOGA. The last thing a menopausal woman wants at 6:15am is a room full of young, fit, tight, MEN and women when you're wearing as little as you possibly can, while you're  impossibly overweight, because the room is hovering around 110 degrees!!!! The instructor is probably younger than my sons and mumbles the directions for the positions into a "Madonna headset thingy". She's impossible to understand- so I'm forced to look into the VERY LARGE mirror and compare myself to, and mimic my neighboring yogis- "hey, can you reach over here and pass me my foot while you're standing on your head executing that pose perfectly like you were born in that position?" I have to force myself to believe that everyone in the room was as overweight as I am six weeks earlier, and this is what will happen to MY body if I just stick with it. I go back on Monday to pursue my dream- one 90 minute session at a time... Small goals, it's really about the small goals.