As some of you might know from “Kick up your heels” I’ve been going to Pilates lately to try and rebuild the muscles they had to cut for my emergency C-section with G. Well one of the moves is to lay on your back with your knees bent, feet flat on the floor and using only your “core” or abdominal muscles pull yourself into a sitting position.
Now enter me, with my oh so soft cuddly belly and miniscule abdominal muscles and you get entertainment; because I cannot do it. At all, not even half-way, trust me I tried, and tried and it ain’t happening. I huffed and puffed and squeezed my itty bitty muscles as hard as I could and I got the grand result of getting my shoulders off the mat. Not quite the accomplishment I’d been hoping for. Of course I had the fantastic Tatiana for a teacher tonight (I mean that sincerely, she really is a great teacher) and so she sees that I’m struggling (as always with that one) and comes over. Quietly she whispers encouragment to me that I will get there, but that I have to respect my body and what it’s telling me it can do just yet. My logical brain agrees with her completely, I’m an intelligent person, I’ve studied anatomy, I have a decent understanding of human physiology.
But my heart, oh my illogical, irrational heart it just wants to scream at my inability to just sit up. I mean think about it, I just want to be able to sit up, really is that such a big thing I wish for my body to do? NOPE. But without a great deal more work on my part it’s not going to happen. So after one petulant “But I want to be at that level now” I kicked the pity party outta my head and asked for “homework”. Moves I could do at home in addition to attending her classes to help get me closer to my goal of being strong and fit. Fear not faithful readers, if I can’t manage to sit up on my own I’ll just use the couch to pull myself up again so I can continue to write. 😉