Day Thirty-six

I pulled something.

Okay, first the long-rambling story behind that rather telling sentence. I missed last week. Life happened. Over and over again. I didn't blog. I didn't pilatify. I didn't clean my house, cook a single meal or sleep much. So, this week I am back on track.

I pilatified on Monday and again this morning. Monday's endeavor was eye opening. One week off (and, to be honest, that came on the heels of a great deal of slacking - I haven't been trying as hard as I should have been) and I was absolutely ridiculous. Let's just say the Pilatification Deities who hover above laughing at the attempts of us lesser mortals to stretch and bend and emulate the third letter of the alphabet, they think I'm hilarious.

I have this goal I am attempting to achieve by the end of July. I need to drop five more pounds and two inches. Not unreasonable. But, at the rate I'm going, things aren't looking promising. So I have recommitted and told myself to work it, baby!

I pulled something. Something I think is probably pretty vital. My usually graceful, smooth stride (disregard the exaggeration in that) has been reduced to a lopsided, wincing limp. I blame it on scissor kicks. And everything else that involved moving my legs.

I consider this a sign. It is time to quit wimping out on my workouts, but I think I need to be smarter about ramping it up. Slow and steady wins the race, right? So I'm not going to totally wimp out, but I'm also not going to try to set any records for agility and flexibility.

Entertaining the Pilatification Deities is not a life goal.

Getting back in shape is.