As yesterday rolled around, and I prepared to head over to Telos for my pilates session, I realized it had been over a week since I had last been in. I had been busy moving and my dad had come in town (and you know when your dad comes in town, all other plans cease, and you let him buy you dinner and take you shopping and help fix things around the house. Did I mention I love my dad?) so I wasn't able to make any sessions last week.
Which means it had been over a week since I had crunched, squeezed, pulled, pushed or basically used at all any of the muscles that pilates targets. And since pilates targets just about all of them, my session yesterday was not a pretty picture. I'm pretty sure my abs are just now fully functioning again after what I call the twist/crunch/torture exercise that I'm convinced is the worst thing ever created. And who knew that the exercise they call "Stomach Massage" is definitely not what it sounds like?
But it was nice to get back in, and to realize that even after a week of no pilates and, let's be honest, no diet of any kind, my body still remembered how to function and I was able to make it through the workout with only a slight amount of wanting to die.
And it was even nicer to get through that workout knowing that less than 2 hours later I would be eating fried oreos, fried bacon, fried peanut butter, jelly, and banana sandwich, and fried butter.
Yes, exactly what it sounds like. And yes, so worth it.
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