You Are As Old As You Are Flexible (Help Me!) June 16, 2010
Posted by Emily in : Exercise, My Handsome Husband, Thoughts , 6commentsHello. I’m back.
I’m not even sure where to begin, (a lot has happened in the last week!) so I’ll just start with today. Today is Wednesday, AKA “Ballet Day” to my little one. Hannah would take ballet everyday if she could, but at this point (husband fresh out of medical school) I’m afraid paying for daily classes would break the bank. This summer, the ballet school advanced Hannah one level, so now she has a new group of girls to dance with who are a year older and little taller than she is. Soon, she will refer to these new girls as her “friends” because they dance and wear pink, but as of today, she couldn’t even remember her new teacher’s name.
Every time I walk into the dance school, I am keenly aware that I am one of the largest people in the building. Yes, I know, 90% of the people surrounding me are 18 and under and have 0% body fat (part of the ballet territory) but it is still a fact and it does NOT make me feel awesome.
In fact, after both of the kids went down for their naps, David and I pulled out our favorite pilates 20 minute workout and worked out our way under-worked abs. During the DVD, Mari Windsor (of Windsor Pilates) told us to stretch our legs up in the air (while flat on our backs) straight as an arrow.
Yeah. Right. David and I both demonstrated what a “broken arrow” should look like. Then, in this very non-flexible moment for me, a conversation from ballet last week popped into my head. An older dancer (and I mean post 70 years old) said, “You are only as old as you are flexible.”
Oh my. I think my flexibility (lack thereof really) is going to kill me.
I’m working on losing the extra baby weight that I never lost with Hannah and my flexibility because it is the right thing to do. I hate not fitting into my clothes. I hate feeling self conscious. I hate feeling frumpy. And I really hate carrying around this extra weight for no reason. I always try to remember this statement, ”Nothing tastes as good as being skinny feels” but seriously, these red vines I ate while writing this post tasted SO GOOD.
