A ranty smorgasbord

Featuring Jeff Bezos, Pilates and the ick

Hello hello, I’m grumpy and uninspired today, wanting to write about a plethora of things and not feeling at all qualified to write about any of them. Last night I took an advanced Pilates class that was so hard I genuinely thought I was going to pass out in the first minute and experienced that sense of self-disappointment where you know you’re letting yourself down somehow. This was only exacerbated by the instructor asking me (and only me) if I was doing ok with a concerned look on her face. The shame!

Anyway subsequently I’m sore and creaky and wondering why I put my body through so much hard exercise. For about twenty years, I’d promise myself I’d have the body I wanted by the summer. When I had this imaginary body, everything would henceforth be smooth sailing all the way until…I guess death? I never did end up with the body I wanted, never had a six pack or slim ankles, and now I don’t even want to wear a bikini anyway. And now I have to exercise because I’m getting older instead of for aesthetic reasons (yeah right, I’ll keep telling myself that) which means weights. Still no six pack. Just boring, repetitive lifting so that my bones don’t shatter in twenty years. Told you I was cranky!