Impeding Granny-hood
Gosh I am a hero!
Here I am, lying in bed, banging away at my laptop, which - by necessity - is perched on my sadly rotund stomach. I am lying down, as a sitting position is not only painful - but too exhausting to achieve!
Because of my impeding Granny-hood, I decided to get a bit fitter to enable me to cope with the calls upon my time - and more worryingly - energy!
I know my physical ‘issues’M and as nobody in my family really cares about them, I don’t either. I’ve been the butt of numerous jokes - with the kids hilariously imitating the way I walk (plus lots of John Wayne references) but my back’s broad… and sadly these days, not just my back! I take it all in the good spirit I know is intended, although I’m always resolved to do something about it!
Anyway - long story short, in an attempt to ‘discover my inner peace‘ I signed up for a new ‘properly right on’ yoga course!
I’ve done Pilates for years and reckon I’d cracked that. The fact the class is full of other ladies my age had escaped me - we can all do The Cat, and Shoulder Bridge... just how hard can Bikram Yoga be?
I would appear at the end rather like Edina in Ab Fab… I have so much in common with her!
Well of course to anybody with a little knowledge, the answer is simple - it’s HARD!
As always for me with any sort of new exercise regime, the best bit is buying the clothes. I was slightly annoyed at having to buy them a bit larger, as I know that at the end of the six weeks I’ll be a size 6… but needs must and comfort is important as I lithely stretch these limbs.
Now I’m not going to go into detail as I wouldn’t want to put you off your lunch - but the overheated wreck that appeared at the bottom of the stairs was nothing to aspire too. It was only fortunate that I managed to walk down them - at one stage I thought gravity was going to take over and I would appear at the end rather like Edina in Ab Fab… I have so much in common with her!
So; I’ve seen the physiotherapist and been de-knotted - not that it feels like it. I’ve been told to rest, and given a few gentle exercises for when I’m able to move. All in all a bit of a disaster really; such good intentions but I’d forgotten how uncoordinated I am.
My next plan is to take it easy over the weekend, and think about my next plan of ‘action’. I’d swim more if I could properly swim - and if the chlorine never turned my hair green. Other than that it’s simply praying that these little grand-babies of mine arrive liking jigsaw puzzles - because at this rate that’s pretty much all I’m going to be good for!
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