Urgh. I was a complete slug this past weekend. I had grand plans and a whopping To Do list but instead just slopped around the flat. I only went outside once, to buy leeks, zucchinis, bread and cocoa. Once! No wonder I am so freaking pale.
I didn’t go the gym on Friday or Sunday as scheduled, either. Nor did I do any "back up" workouts at home. I actually got changed into my clothes on two separate occasions. I tied up my trainers. I shuffled all the workout DVDs on the shelf. I knelt down on the floor and peered at the weights under the bed. Just looked at ’em. Then I took off the gym clothes and had a long bath instead.
Not sure why I was such a crabbit bastard all weekend (crabbit, incidentally, is my favourite Scots word). I was just a little tired and fed up. And frustrated by situations I want to fix but can’t seem to. Some days it is easy to balance all the things in your life, but other days you feel like one of those martyred women in the cold-and-flu commericals, walking down a rainy street with a red nose, just struggling on with their busy, tortured lives because they have to and NOBODY ELSE BUT THEM could do it.
I hate them bitches.
Anyway. At least I went to Pilates today. It was abso-bloody-lutely brilliant. I am finally getting the hang of the convoluted breathing and there’s some serious toning happening in the flabba-abba-dabba region. Since the class is only once a week, I’m looking for a Pilates DVD so I can carry on at home. If anyone can recommended a title I’d lurve to hear it!