2018 has begun and I decided that it was finally time to get serious about looking after myself. Not just in the vain "I want to look good naked" way (although that totally applies too) but in the "I just turned 30, I need to start looking after this body if I want it to last" type of way. So I booked in a dental check up, went to my GP to get a general health check, booked myself a series of acupuncture treatments, bought a gym membership and started Pilates reformer classes. Yeah, I don't do thing half-arsed it appears.
So I have been doing Pilates for a few weeks now and I really had zero idea how weak I really am! Last week the instructor (a qualified physiotherapist) decided we need to work inner thighs. Overall it was a good class, I sucked but I did my best and by the end of the class I felt good. I rushed off to my mothers graduation, not giving pilates another thought. Holy fuck am I sore today! Like even crossing my legs is sore. Last night was 100% awful trying to sleep and I am dreading how much I will struggle at the gym tomorrow. I am currently limping around work and making weird noises when I go from sitting to standing.
Anyway, I am enjoying the beginning of what I assume will be short fitness addiction. The pain sucks but they tell me it will be worth it. I secretly think they are lying but who knows, I'll judge that for myself in another few months.