Almost all of the instructors in my studio came to Pilates after significant injury and it became a way for them to reclaim their bodies.

Makes sense, as rehab of injured WW1 soldiers was one of the early uses of it, back when it was still called Contrology. (My sister-in-law's training included some from Romana Kryzanowska, who Pilates trained and who took over his studio. As a result, I know a pretty stupid amount about Pilates for a couch potato, and most of my Pilates instruction is a mere two degrees from Old Joe.)

So I've had a good run at my To Do List today:

Self administered Ozempic shot (Let me know if I need to Jillifont that for needle phobes...)

Scheduled surgery on my hand (just the skin - basal carcinoma excision)

Paid my property taxes ($16K for one of three payments a year. I do worry about how my kids are going to pay for this house when they inherit it.)

Ordered more grippy socks for Pilates

Ordered more running/yoga pants

Also ran this morning.

Still need to do dishes and laundry but now I think I'm going to get my nails done. Or maybe I could start my laundry, then nails. Hmmmm...

Oh so I got the Tuxedo Cat Lego set last year for my birthday and I started it and go the first part done and kept getting intimidated by it and haven't really touched. Today I did 2 more sections. There are 20 something still to go ...but at least it's coming along.

Also went through some of my clothes and got rid of what I never wear or doesn't fit right. The weather has been cool...in the 60s and we've had the doors open all day.

Update:

Started laundry and got my nails done. Woot.

I picked up a stomach bug over the weekend and so sadly can never achieve 10 minutes of activity a day as I have permanently merged with this pile of blankets I am under, and may never rise again.

(I did manage a banana, a cup of ginger tea, a handful of Ritz crackers, half a bowl of oatmeal, and most of a giant insulated water bottle but every time I stood up my body reminded me that moving around is literally the worst.)

Timelies, all. Work has gotten extra worky, but at least I feel useful. This evening I finally tried a new place for dying my lashes and eyebrows. I had it done regularly in NC, but it’s something that fell to the wayside with the move. My lashes and brows are naturally about the same color as my skin, so this is a notable improvement.

I haven’t really done Pilates. I’ve been trying to keep up with my exercise bike and walks. In a couple of weeks I’ll also be able to start working in my garden allotment, so that’ll get me off the sofa, too.

I picked up a stomach bug over the weekend and so sadly can never achieve 10 minutes of activity a day as I have permanently merged with this pile of blankets I am under, and may never rise again.

I'm willing to count ten minutes of uncontrollable shivering to your account.

My lashes and brows are naturally about the same color as my skin, so this is a notable improvement.

It makes a big difference!

I haven’t really done Pilates. I’ve been trying to keep up with my exercise bike and walks. In a couple of weeks I’ll also be able to start working in my garden allotment, so that’ll get me off the sofa, too.

Full credit! Activity engaged.

Setting goals is fine and I know we've got a lot of achiever beavers here, but I'm here to say modest and mediocre activity is way better than nothing.

This year, in addition to my regular goals WRT writing, exercise, eating, etc., I made an overall resolution that I always start over again--that instead of thinking I might as well give up if I haven't written a word or gone for a run in a month, I get my notebook out that night and write a few sentences or lay out my exercise clothes to put on the next morning so there'll be no barrier to going to the park to run at lunch.

I also set tiny minimums. Even if I feel like the worst writer in the world working on the stupidest story in the solar system, I can write one sentence and count it as a day I've written. (And I plan to do just that as soon as I finish this post!) If I take an empty seltzer can from my desk to the recycling bin, that's cleaning. Walking around the corner to the little green space and creek at the end of the block is working out AND getting out in nature.

I also set tiny minimums.

It's really a good strategy.

one of the reasons I had to go get a new dog so soon after Jetta died was that having a dog forces me out of the house twice per day.

And the Tornado (her new nickname, it's so appropriate) absolutely needs at least 45 minutes of walking a day. Preferably 3 hours. Which is one reason why Return to Office sucks so much: I used to be able to take her for a walk or even a run in the middle of the day. Now she's crated all day and I get home too exhausted after 9 hours of meetings and email to actually get a real workout in.

My agency finally got a verson of the Fork in the Road message today. For those of us over 40, we get until May 22nd to decide if we want to take it. Folks under 40 have until Monday at midnight. I really can't, not with the market crashing. But days like today, it's so fucking tempting.