Yes, I’ve been watching my weight. Now there’s a term. Last week, I watched my weight go up after eating healthy-ish. This week, I watched my weight and it actually crept down below my starting weight. I celebrated by eating a chocolate bar.
I tried Pilates this week. At first, I thought Pilates was a plague-like disease, but now I know that it’s Latin for I-can-no-longer-lie-down-because-my-abs-are-screaming. My nine-year-old daughter Vivian did half of the YouTube workout with me. The next morning she was up at 5 AM complaining that she couldn’t sleep because her stomach was sore. It took me until dinner to realize that Vivian didn’t have the flu; she had Pilates Paunch.
Tune in next Friday . . . by then, I will have flunked out of a two-hour Bollywood Workshop. I’ve got my bangles ready.
What’s your favourite kind of chocolate?