Pilates and i

I had signed up for a pilates class in April and today was the last day. It was weekly, one hour session. The first ever exercise lesson i have attended.

After coming here, i felt i was putting on weigth- though everyone disagreed. i felt i was bursting out of my skin - which makes me think my skin is 0% elastic, even a few pounds more and i feel like i have been squeezed into i a skin-tight body suit. I like pilates - it tones up your body. I have always been on the side of skinny but never have been toned.

It makes me feel good (and less guilty) that i have taken up pilates. As it is, i have always taken my body for granted.
i do not drink enough water, i do not greens, i do not eat healthy... so sneaking in some minutes of pilates once every other day makes me feel like i am doing at least something good for my body. He has taken up running...good for him. I suck in my stomach muscles and try to strengthen my 'core'. Maybe by the time i die, i would be toned and would be the best looking corpse around.

And i would buy one of those itsy bitsy bikini and go frolicking on the beaches --- the thought is indecent enough...

And i know i am growing old when such mortal thoughts as exercise occupy my mind.

Last week, i cooked chicken briyani-- and boy, am i a good cook?? It was heavenly--don't expect modesty from me. I passed on the recipe to a colleague whose MIL is visiting. I gave her a step-by-tiny-step guide and she texted me in the middle of the night thanking me because she was being praised by everyone for the tasty briyani. i am a saviour!!