As I’ve mentioned before here on the blog, my figure ballooned when I was pregnant with Georgie. My weight and the excess of it just got out of hand and even though I tried my best, I only managed to exercise for the first six months. Not that the type of exercise I enjoy is the type that burns calories because it doesn’t really. It burns off inches though and I appreciate that too. Stott Pilates is something I started doing in 2009. I took a year off after Georgie was born and as soon as I was able to leave him with my parents for an hour twice a week, I went straight back. I love what Stott Pilates does to my body, the strength I have gained and the fact that it has done wonders for my posture.I took my camera with me to class this morning and our instructor took a few shots of our little morning group doing the circuit. As you can see there’s more to Pilates and Stott Pilates than just lying on the floor, breathing. We do that too but we like to mix it up. You can read about the difference between Pilates and Stott Pilates here.
Motherhood
This last photo breaks my heart because it reminds me how much my little boy suffered through the horrific flu epidemic that is flooring us here in Cyprus. You can see it on his face. Utter misery. I am however very happy to report that we have slowly but steadily made our way out of the fevers and vomit and preparing for Georgie’s third birthday party this weekend! Carnival celebrations are also in full swing here in Cyprus so our little party is going to be a dress up one!!! I am so excited for my little boy. A joyful celebration is exactly what we need to get the engines running.
Every night, before I nod off, I like to plan the next day in my head. I schedule appointments and chores if they are on the itinerary and then I concentrate on Georgie and activities we could do together. It only takes a few minutes and somehow it makes falling asleep much easier.
And then the New Year flies in and sleep doesn’t come easy. I find myself staring into space, willing my head and heart to come up with a bigger and broader plan. Yes, I’m talking about a resolution of sorts. Last year I promised to change some things I felt were holding me back and I am so glad I did. I NEED the same this year. There’s so much I want to do, to achieve and to accomplish, my mind spins with excitement one minute but the next I am glued to the telly watching TV shows and chomping on popcorn. I think this slumped upset has to do with the fact that this year signifies a massive inevitable change in my life: Georgie will start pre-school in September. I feel THAT will be the time for resolutions. For now, I’ll stick to some basics, things I have been dreaming of for a while now. Listing them here on the blog, will hopefully make them more real, generate some excitement and bring clarity to my confused mind.
I wish I could say our Christmas week was a magical one full of traditions and outings now that papa is on his feet but alas fate had something a little different planned. Up until Boxing Day, my dad was in hospital with serious flu symptoms and I have pharyngitis.
I thank my lucky stars I was well enough for my first Santa duty- I teared up more than once thinking about my childhood Christmas memories and how happy it makes me to be able to pass these on to Georgie. Christmas morning was just as exciting. Georgie showed a surprising amount of interest in most of what Santa dragged down the chimney but he seemed to be a bit worried about Santa’s disapproval of our cookies! ‘Why didn’t he eat them all, mama?’
Alot has been cancelled or postponed since papa’s surgery but thankfully not a little Christmas gathering with good friends last night. A good laugh with a friends goes a long way.
Happy holidays to all!