Pilates demonstration for PJ accomplished, also cleaning and disinfecting of exercise mat so that he can use it too, if he likes. I was greatly amused by the names he gave to some of the movements I made, which included: ‘superman arms’, ‘dead bug legs’, and ‘Angel of the North’. I also noted, while Pilates-ing, that we really need to vacuum under the sofa.
As I understand it, Pilates might increase the amount of muscle I have but not, according to Zara, in any way I need to be concerned about (i.e. I won’t turn into Arnold Schwarzenegger). I’ve heard it can change what size your body is… there’s a cartoon somewhere of someone queueing up for their Pilates class and they’re holding a leotard to change into – the person at the desk is saying to them “You’ll need something in a size 6 to wear home”. Of course I can’t find the cartoon online and have likely just sucked all the humour out of it by describing it – but I did find “Pilates? – I thought you said Pie and Lattes!” instead. 😀 Any road up, my post-breakfast waistline is currently 97cm, so let’s see how that goes.
You probably don’t want my rant about BMI’s validity as a measure of health among the general population* so let’s just say my waist being about half of my height is something I would vastly rather aim for than my weight having to fit within a range.
*(The BMJ did a sound job on it in 2010)
Top right: Orange, walnuts, and vegan cheese.
Bottom right: Vegan camembert, rocket, and… I had made some of the spare quiche crust into cheesy bites intending to snack on them tomorrow – nope.