Wowzers...

Other than being a fan of the original cartoon Inspector Gadget....I'm really freaking sore.

Those of you who've done pilates before...why didn't you warn me? I mean, I thought I'd done pilates before. My college roommates and I would push our couch back, roll out our mats in front of the tv and try to mimic the shapes into which some blond woman in a blue unitard (who always seemed to be in the middle of the desert for some reason) would twist her body. It was never really that hard, and most of the time kinda boring.

But this. This is different. For one thing, they have...machines. Pilates machines! I always thought it was just mats and tight spandex. And it can be that. So I've seen. But not at Telos.

I walked into a room with light wood floors, soft lighting, and random bamboo features. It felt really warm and cozy, but also fresh and clean. And lo and behold, there were what looked like torture devices placed sporadically around the room. No kidding, made of wood, with bars and springs and loops and leather straps, it looked like a chamber of doom.

I had no idea what I was getting into because I didn't see mats anywhere, but of course when they asked "Have you done pilates before?" I wanted to seem cool and confident, so I said, "Oh, yeah, definitely." Then they said, "Ok, great, well hope onto the Cadillac, and we'll get started." And it was a good thing they gestured toward what looked like a cot with a canopy of springs over it, because the only cadillac I knew of is a car.

Here are pictures of what I have since found out are the pilates machines:

This is the "Cadillac."

This is the "Reformer."

And this is the "Chair."

Isn't that the worst name ever for a workout machine that supposed to be good for you? It's so ominous. "Next, we'll head over to the chair." The CHAIR. And it's the hardest. The other stuff is hard, and I do some crazy ab crunches that leave me breathless, but the chair. My butt is SORE because of the chair.

But I will say, my love handles have diminished, my stomach is firmer, and my thighs...well. They're getting there. Or, not as there.

Only 4 month until the wedding, I still have to find bridesmaids dresses, create a song list for the band, taste the food, etc. etc. and I have my first dress fitting next month.

Bring on the machines!