I went to my first yoga class last night, and it was good! My worst fears were not realized. I was not the only overweight woman there. I wasn't even the biggest woman there. I never felt judged or pitied. Nobody looked at me like they were thinking, "You can't do yoga. What are you doing here?" It seems silly, in retrospect, that I entertained any of those "what if," thoughts and fears because my experience was so far from being like my fears and very much what I had hoped it would be.
I'm also eating a different way, trying a new plan, but I don't want to say too much about it until I find out if it's going to be sustainable as a lifestyle or if it's just another wild hair that isn't going to last and will leave me feeling like a failure. So far, it has promise.