A week without posting, how odd!
I spent my weekend unpacking and putting together and hanging and organizing and doing laundry and packing for a week out of town, and for all my work I am not visibly any closer to actually living in my new apartment than I was before, and am not, in point of fact, living in it at all just at the moment. My bathroom is done, though. It is done, and it is quite delightful, if your taste in bathrooms runs to extremely cozy and quirky and colorful. At least, so I recall (since I had exactly eighteen hours to live with my new bathroom before leaving it behind for the more cerebral comforts of a Hampton Inn and an office populated by the cast of Mama's Family).
This week, in my in-no-way-quirky hotel room, I have started to work out, because my sudden drop in exercise level from shuttling books to sitting on my ass has earned me...well, a bigger ass, actually. So I downloaded some videos, started with Pilates for Dummies, and it's half an hour of pilates twice a day for me, once before I get dressed in the morning and once after I get back to the hotel.
And let me just say this about pilates: OW OMFG THAT REALLY HURTS. I mean, it all looks so easy when you're just watching, easy enough even for me, the most uncoordinated person on earth, and indeed I can do the exercises without getting lost somewhere in the middle, which was always the danger with, like, aerobics. And I'm not completely unfit. Not completely, but let me tell you that by the end of the leg pulls (front and back) my entire body is shaking and my muscles are the consistency of tapioca pudding.
It gets better, right? I will be able soon to wear the pair of brown pants with pale blue pinstripes I bought on clearance that turned out not to fit even though they are my size, right? Soon I will no longer feel like by body is one gigantic charley horse when I get up to pee in the middle of the night, right?
Right?
This week, in my in-no-way-quirky hotel room, I have started to work out, because my sudden drop in exercise level from shuttling books to sitting on my ass has earned me...well, a bigger ass, actually. So I downloaded some videos, started with Pilates for Dummies, and it's half an hour of pilates twice a day for me, once before I get dressed in the morning and once after I get back to the hotel.
And let me just say this about pilates: OW OMFG THAT REALLY HURTS. I mean, it all looks so easy when you're just watching, easy enough even for me, the most uncoordinated person on earth, and indeed I can do the exercises without getting lost somewhere in the middle, which was always the danger with, like, aerobics. And I'm not completely unfit. Not completely, but let me tell you that by the end of the leg pulls (front and back) my entire body is shaking and my muscles are the consistency of tapioca pudding.
It gets better, right? I will be able soon to wear the pair of brown pants with pale blue pinstripes I bought on clearance that turned out not to fit even though they are my size, right? Soon I will no longer feel like by body is one gigantic charley horse when I get up to pee in the middle of the night, right?
Right?
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TWO pilates workouts per day? No wonder you're tapioca! My YMCA only teaches 3 per week because they don't want people to overdo it. I've never done pilates myself, but I did once undertake a heroic weightlifting routine that left me truly unable to remove myself from a deck chair afterwards. The all-over charley horse feeling persisted for about 2 weeks, and then it was smooth sailing. Pilates might be more persistent, though, because it focuses on so many muscles you wouldn't know you even had if you weren't doing those exercises. I'm looking forward to hearing how limber and lithe you become!
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And my workouts are Pilates for Dummies! So they are thirty minute workouts, but at least ten are just instructions and explanations, so they end up being more like twenty. I doubt there's any risk of my overdoing it. I'm glad to hear that it will get better. At this point it doesn't seem possible, but I'm sure I am just being pessimistic.
And I'm afraid that lithe is out of the question, but limber...I used to be ridiculously limber, once. I would like to get there again.
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There is an embarrassing amount of me to love, though.
I was thinking of you and your stairs as I was writing this, you know! How are they working out for you? (Working out hahahah) Are they getting any easier?
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Re: There is an embarrassing amount of me to love, though.
But I remember my freshman year of college, too, when coco and I lived on the fourth floor and I would take the stairs instead of the elevator. That was the last time I could handle that many steps without feeling as though I were about to have a heart attack. Maybe I will get there again! At my advanced age! And then I can come visit you without fear.
Re: There is an embarrassing amount of me to love, though.
I can't help but laugh a little over that mental image, but it doesn't mean I don't feel bad for you- especially when you're toting laundry or groceries or maybe a friend who's had one too many banana daquiris. You're going to have the most enviable butt muscles in the world before summer even hits, though.
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You're one big step ahead of me.
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When I was working full-time in the bookstore, I carried a pedometer for a while (Jenny gave me the idea!), and I would walk between six and eleven miles every day, depending on which positions they had me working. And now, man, I'm lucky if I walk a mile.
It will get better. *links arms with you in solidarity*
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*thumbs up to icon!*
Yes, certainly they're shareable! I will mail them tomorrow! Because I am on dialup just now! And I will also send your Office and Norton! Because I have them all ready for you!
Tomorrow! Yes, it is totally true! I am adding the videos to your CD now!
(I've only done the Pilates for Dummies, so far, though!)
best icon usage all week. :D
Pilates for Dummies sounds about my speed. :D