On Sunday I was utterly slothful. Noon found me still in bed with bits of the newspaper strewn all around, convincing myself that it wouldn't kill me if I missed the Farmer's market. I had, after all, lived without one and its pesky 2pm deadline just around the corner for most of my lifetime. I had the TV on, (live TV, something I never do anymore, thanks to TiVo), when suddenly I heard the voice that hadn't graced my boudoir since the days of living alone and falling asleep to the TV: Daisy Fuentes on how Marie Winsor changed her life. Yesterday's offer was the Circle Sculpting Series, and if I called in the next 16 minutes, it would be mine for just $9.95. I couldn't find the phone fast enough. In one year since moving to L.A.(almost) my 3x per week Pilates schedule has gone to shit. I am feeling ungainly, ungraceful and my core couldn't be further from my spine if it tried. Instead it seems to be preceding me by at least 10 paces. And that circle contraption could be just what I need to reel it back in.
Guthy-Renker almost had me. But at some point during the routine order taking, when my mind had started to wander back to the Farmer's market and the clock, I heard the words, "automatic shipments", "new workouts" and "$19.95" Hold the phone! Those boxes containing unwanted Literary Guild shipments that bothered my life those first months in L.A. had become distant fragments of memory. Until that moment. They hurtled back into my immediate awareness to remind me that I want NO part of the automatic shipment. I suppose a new Pilates DVD would be more useful than a book that doesn't interest me, but still. It occurred to me that I should shop around a bit, read some reviews, maybe borrow some stuff from the library before committing. What if I hate the Winsor "system"?
I'd like to take classes again, but the ones I've looked into in my neighborhood are ridiculously expensive. There's always the gym, but after the difficulties extracting myself from the last membership, I'm a little squeamish about that route, even if it would offer the most affordable access to unlimited classes. All I know is that I can no longer delude myself that my daily trots to the bus and back are having a similar effect to The Hundred, the Corkscrew and Rolling Like A Ball (which was so much fun once my spinal column behaved itself and didn't propel me into my neighbor's mat).
If my readership of 5 has any suggestions about Pilates DVDs or classes in West Hollywood, they would be most welcome. In the meantime, I'll dust off my copy of Brooke Siler's The Pilates Body and get reacquainted with my abdominal muscles that way.