It’s amazing the great lengths we will go to to get in shape. I’ve been doing Pilates for a while, but it dawned on me the other day that my body is not quite suited for it. Every time I lay down on my yoga mat (which really doesn’t provide much cushion), I feel fine. After I’m done, however, I feel like I’ve been kicked in the back and the stomach repeatedly. I push through the burning sensations remembering that there’s no gain without the pain.
I watch blankly as the skinny girls on the TV roll over backwards so that their shoulders are over their stomachs and their legs are behind their heads. I just have a little too much belly in the way to dream of doing that anytime soon. There really is nothing fun about shoving your knees into your chest, squeezing your abs, and holding it for 30 seconds. There are some exercises that could pass as positions on the game Twister. My short legs and waist really don’t help matters. I’m not really sure why I torture myself.
I guess the Pilates actually do some good; it’s just hard to tell when I spend most of my time yelling at the instructor. Good thing I’m in the privacy of my own home with a DVD. Otherwise, I’m sure I would get kicked out of the gym. I mean it’s so annoying when the skinny instructor in spandex with perfect hair and makeup tells me to hold the position while smiling bigger than a bride on her wedding day! As the instructor chants Inhale…Exhale..., I chant I hate you… I guess all that really matters is that I stick with it and try my best.
One day I’ll be able to flip my legs over my head, too…
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