My research for the perfect at-home Pilates workout has begun. Over the last week or so, I ordered almost EVERY pilates DVD in the Los Angeles Public Library's collection. I picked up three of them from my local branch last night and with much sighing, negative thinking and ass-dragging, I finally hauled the mat out from the bowels of the closet, put on the yoga pants, and started moving furniture around. (Seriously, the moving of the furniture? Is a pain in the rear. And the number one thing that stands between me and the home workout.) I decided to start with Crunch's Fat Burning Pilates. This was a difficult choice, given that Crunch is the spawn of the evil fitness empire Bally's, the very same one I swore I would have nothing more to do with after my recent row with them over a completely legitimate membership cancellation request that they chose to ignore for months, with RUDE letters soliciting hundreds of dollars from me for the balance of my membership dues. But the perky girl on the cover lured me in with her endurance abs. And then they almost lost me. I had to put "supportive" shoes on? This was supposed to be Pilates! I was expecting prone. On a mat. Barefoot. But since the footwear requirement seemed to be in the interest of "fat-burning", I went with it. And I have to say, compared to my recent 25 minute jogs around the neighborhood, all that squatting, kicking and plie-ing kicked my ass. I had to take a water break after just 15 minutes. So. While I prefer a more traditional Pilates workout, this is worth a repeat visit. The matwork focused on more challenging gut-clenching moves, of which I am in sore need. Next up: MTV Pilates set against the backdrop of "a stunning Arizona landscape". Or something like that. I can't frikkin' wait.