There's a phrase in pilates called "short box" that demonstrates the way you put a wooden box padded in foam and covered in naugahyde gets placed on the pilates reformer. Lately, I've been feeling like my spine is going through life as a short box.
Recently, I was teaching pilates in San Luis Obispo and crashing at a friend's place. Here's the weird room she had me staying in. My first thought was, did I wander into a hotel?
To make things feel more homey, I started working on projects I'd brought. Foolish me. She's VERY allergic to animal hair and what did I leave ALL OVER the room but my red mohair afghan I was finishing.
Here it is crumpled up on the part of the bed I was using.
And last, but not in the least, the view from my window there.
I lost so much weight while I was there. Then I got home at 2 in the morning, started work the next day early, and have been busy, busy, busy since then. So go figure, I've gained the weight back and then some. Sucks. Still, a dancer I know suffered last year from herniated discs in her back and she couldn't dance for about 7 months. Now she's back, thinner than ever, her silhouette the perfect triangle (inverted) that I always wished I could be. There but for the grace of the gods of the genetics go I.... Nevertheless, she's dancing better than before and inspires me to keep trying.