In case you’re one of those people who comes up to me at parties* and says “How on earth do you come up with stuff to blog about five days a week?!” This post was fully inspired by a press release about National Pilates Day that landed in my editor’s inbox last week. (NPD is Saturday — like you haven’t been counting down.) Sometimes that’s how the (body image) sausage gets made. Plus there’s a lot of big stuff in the news this week. You’re already overwhelmed. And still processing the Royal Wedding, too. I’m here to take the edge off.
Also pilates really does rock. Here’s why. I like yoga even better, but it doesn’t have a holiday this week.
PS. On second reading, I am worried that this post makes me sound super anti-gym. Oh well. I am pretty anti-gym because they are everything I hate about shopping malls with none of the cute clothes or Mrs. Fields cookies. But if going to the gym makes you looove your body for everything it can do, then I don’t want to rain on that parade. Carry on.
*So like, all three of you.