When I’m doing Pilates, I sometimes feel like a mime enacting a visit to the gynecologist’s office. The official name for the pose I’m thinking of is “The Open Leg Rocker,” but I secretly call it “Visiting the OB/GYN” because I feel like I have my feet up in invisible stirrups. Anyway, all these imaginary trips to the vagina doctor may not be reducing my risk of cervical cancer, but I think they are helping my abs. It’s hard to see any visual changes under all this fat, but the exercises are getting easier to do. I can almost, sort of, do “The Teaser” now, which is a truly evil pose in which you position your body like the letter V, which stands for “very hard.”
The strength training is going pretty well too. I think my arms might be looking better, but that might just be the placebo effect talking. I considered measuring my arms before and after, but I don’t think I can get very accurate measurements with all the flab hanging around. I haven’t noticed any increased strength. Those 24-packs of diet soda seemed just as heavy as I lifted them into the trunk last weekend. Maybe in another month or so I’ll be bench pressing Diet Pepsi’s.
The Teaser is EVIL!! You should be so proud for that is a huge accomplishment! I hope to be joining you soon in mastering the V pose. :)
the teaser is evil, but i kind of love it. somehow it being so hard makes me feel like i’m getting my moneys worth.
Sweet blog! I wandered over from Hilly. Congrats on your loss, I read the first page and amexcited to read more!