A week without posting, how odd!

[constance]

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?

Comments

[laurelwood.livejournal.com]

My taste in bathrooms does run to cozy, quirky and colorful, but I was outvoted in the decorating of our sole bathroom, so it ended up being rather monochromatic and soullessly functional (except for the picture of Harlech Castle over the toilet paper dispenser). I'd love to see what a proper bathroom looks like, though, so if you ever feel inclined to snap a picture of yours, I'd be an enthusiastic audience.

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!

[tofty.livejournal.com]

When I get home, I will post some bathroom pictures just for you! If I can get any good ones, that is; my bath is so cozy that I might have trouble there. It is a tiny bathroom.

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.