Ouch, my back - to yoga

Since the move, my yoga practice has been frantic - a downward spiral. I've been eager - overly eager to do that greedy kind of yoga. I've known that it's wrong - I know better. Well, I guess I would not have noticed it as much - I'm comparing this to an injury, a spiritual or truth injury. My injury has brought me closer to the truth - back to the path that brings me more within the rhealm (?) of awareness. I went to some hot yoga classes that I thought were really stupid. They were so wrong for me. My back is aching. I 've been ignoring the pain and doing things with my body driven my ego that is making the pain worse and worse. Tonight with Mitra, a wise, wise teacher, whose words I feel so strongly - she generously explained to me that I am hyper-flexible. This is in life and yoga practice - "Life is yoga," she said. A huge lump got in my throat when she told me that I was too flexible with the people in my life. She explained that I will bend over backwards for them. I realized that this is true. In my yoga practice, I have to create my own boundaries b/c my body does not know them. I have to stop before the sensation, or the sensation will injure me. What feels good is too far. I am realizing that I have no boundaries in life. I do let others be my boundaries. I am so glad I have found Mitra. She has brought me back to yoga tonight.