As part of our lose-weight plan, P and I have signed up for a pilates class. It takes a good no-bullshit workout to sell me on this kind of thing, because I find fitness fads super annoying. For example, paying to sit in an enclosed room and “spin” on a stationary cycle in front of a mirror sounds just fucking stupid when you can hop on your bike and get the same workout for free, plus… get this, people… fresh air! Considering the fact that I’m Indian and my dad used to be a yoga buff I also find yoga pretty boring. Especially the bits that Westerners think makes it so cool. There is no faster way to put me to sleep than making me stretch and breathe deeply while you hum and OM, talk about chakras (snore) and pull words like DHARMA from a ten-dollar-at-the-airport Bhagavad Gita. And that’s pretty much what I thought of pilates before the first class - yoga PLUS fitness fad. But I have to say I was wrong. It’s intense. I never raise my heart rate but still manage to sweat like a pig and think wicked thoughts about core muscles I previously could not locate but which now are throbbing furiously. Okay, I’ll admit that a lot of the fun is in watching Paolo try to stretch his abnormally long legs and abnormally long arms without thwapping the people around him.
Well, that pretty much sums up our weekend, and I have to say that it’s nice to be a bit quiet. The only excitement of the day was just a few moments ago while I was sorting laundry. I was making a stack of my underclothes when P shouts “Hey, what are you doing, those are mine!” and snatches a pair out of my hands. And guess what, people - they most certainly were NOT his. They were MY panties. And after I proved that to him (three holes, not four = topopanties) he admits that he HAPPILY wore them ALL DAY yesterday WITHOUT EVEN NOTICING. And now they most certainly ARE his.
I really wish I were back home for this inauguration. Obama is a real mutt- mixed races, mixed cultures, raised a bit here and there. And guess what, that’s what a real American looks like these days. I can’t wait to see the straight white plutocrats pack up and take their party elsewhere.
