I'm sitting for a bit because nothing else is working on me right now.
I did the healthy thing and pulled out a "Pilate's for the soul" . . a shaped by faith DVD.
Really nice, by the way, but for me - with 40 . . .um, OK, 50 extra pounds that I need to shed this first go at it was KILLER!
Half way through the leg lifts which should have been lovely and easy according to the non-sweaty and graceful lady on the screen -but are not! -translated by yours truly to barely discernible awkward flops and jerks - I express to my mother, who is sitting in the comfy faithful brown armchair sorting socks*how I love you brown armchair!* , that I can not lift my leg. I.CAN.NOT.MOVE.IT.one more time!
To which she replies - not joking-at all:
"Oh no, that's not good, if you can't move it you'll become paralyzed!"
Really folks . . .she was concerned for my atrophying legs . . .
I know I'm in bad shape - but pu-leeezzz!
Now, I'm waiting for that "burst of energy after a good workout" . . .
waiting . .
waiting . . .
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