Confession: I thought the transition from running to…not running would be more shocking than it has been. Mind you, this is only week two of six and I’m still trying to figure out what a life without running (for now) even looks like.
In the spirit of my 25 by 25, I decided that I would take a whack at trying to get on-board with #2 Take-Up Pilates.
You know, since I should be enjoying this stress-free, no-pressure time of fitness. I thought that if I committed to trying it out for a week, then I would have a better idea of how it “fits” into my life.
Verdict so far? I have absolutely no idea of whether or not this is going to do anything for my arms. There seems to be a lot of…flapping involved and instead of feeling sweaty, mostly I feel confused.
But I have become re-acquainted with my hip flexors and have learned a couple of good breathing techniques. If nothing else, I’m 100% positive that it will help with my yoga technique. I’ll have to give y’all the full report next Monday.
For a full report in the here and now, say what you will about power walking, but I’ve found that the upside to this arrangement is that I’ve been able to enjoy Really Excellent Post-Workout Hair.
Vanity comes first.
I’ve also been trying to re-embrace Intuitive Eating. Now that I’m out of training, I don’t need to worry about eating enough, I just need to make sure that I’m eating well.
During the week that’s a pretty simple proposition. Between work, working out and cooking dinner, I have a routine. I have time to listen to my body. I have meals planned out.
There are MANY mugs of tea.
But on the weekend? All bets are off. There are friends. Scavenging for leftovers. Happy Hours. Glasses of wine. And bread.
Did I mention the bread?
Because bread seems to be a most definite side-effect of my weekend adventures.
Even though I wouldn’t have it any other way, there’s definitely room for improvement. Giving myself the opportunity to make healthy decisions is key. For now we’ll just have to put another tally in the Will Report Back-column.
Are you a bread person? A potato person?
I used to think that I was a potato person, but we make them so often for dinner these days that they no longer hold their spell over me. It’s rare that a dinner roll makes an appearance at our table.