I Wish I Had Witty Titles Like smartypants I'm back to doing Pilates after all these years away, and oh how I love it. I started going to a mat class once a week, and I'm also doing dvds at home with my neighbor friend. The mat classes are making me sore. My secret desire is to get back on a reformer, but I'd have to get a private lesson to do that... $$$. Anyway, I know how the exercises are supposed to go, but I'm not strong enough anymore to do it just right, up tall, perfect form. It will happen though, I'm committed. I'm concentrating a lot on my ass, because I want a firm ass that looks good. I think it's okay now, but I'd like it to be firmer with some more muscle at the top. Mostly I just want to be in shape again. I've been thinking that even if I don't have the perfect model's body, that I should make the best of what I have. My butt is sore from Pilates class last night. We did short box work on the mat, which I had only done on reformer before. I had completely forgotten about this particular series, and I love it, the rowing set especially. Tree is difficult for me, very difficult. My husband pleases me very much. I am the perfect example of Pavlov's dog, but in a good way. See, the sex is good. I remember this the next time, and that makes the next sex better, because I know it will feel good. My body then just reacts accordingly in mere anticipation of the next time. Very nice indeed. Everything just keeps building. Oh, he does me just right. I got a phone message from a friend of mine today, and it was perfect. She called me a bitch for not sending her something I said I would, and then told me she and her ex were just using each other for sex. Now, you may think, why is this a good message? Because I am a dichotomy. I am a wild girl and I am a good girl. My wild girl doesn't get any action anymore, because I am a married mother of three children who is in grad school. So, I live vicariously (thanks to J and others). There are not really many people in my life that I can talk shit with, though, and so when my friend calls me and leaves me this message I got all fuzzy inside. Maybe I'm not explaining it well, but there you go. I want to be good, but the bad is there. They are both there. Time to work. |