Santa has the sweetest life. He does literally nothing for 364 days (I’m sorry, but we all know the elves do the grunt work and Mrs Claus is the brains of the operation), then pulls one all-nighter that basically consists of flying around the world with intermittent breaks to eat some cookies, thus cementing his place as most loved human on the planet. Honestly it’s kind of BS if you ask me….
You know what’s better than working out alone? Well, lots of things actually. But for the purposes of today’s post, the answer is ‘working out with a friend!’. For starters, it’s waaaay harder to skip a workout when you’ve got someone who’ll make you feel guilty about it. You’ll go harder when you’ve got someone to compete against too. Oh plus you’ve got someone to chat with about how much fun burpees are while you’re during burpees together. It’s almost too much, right?! And if none of that gets you going, then just think of the coffee you’ll get to have together afterwards….
Anyone else noticed that reformer Pilates studios are popping up about the place more frequently than babies in your Facebook feed recently? Don’t get me wrong, I L O V E reformer, but it can be hard to know which studios are the real deal, and which you’d be better off steering clear of. Well never fear, today I bring you three Reformer Pilates studios in the Eastern Suburbs of Sydney that you need to try….
Here’s a few of the most common ways you might be sabotaging your workouts, along with some simple fixes. Recognise any of them? Yah, me too ….
Don’t judge me, but I’ve been known to show up late to a social occasion (ok… or not show up at all) to ensure I didn’t miss my daily exercise, whether it be Pilates, a run or a quick 20 minute workout. Yep exercise and fitness has always been a priority for me… or at least that was the case until Alfie was born. As I mentioned in this post, I expected to return to exercise a few weeks after giving birth. Oh bless me and my naivety. And then when my body finally was keen, my mind still wasn’t ready to get back on the horse (or Reformer, as it were)….
So it turns out that trying to write my first blog post after having a baby is quite an intimidating proposition. So much has happened in the past eight months… where do I start? How much do people want to hear? How much am I even comfortable sharing? It’s strange, I’ve never had any issue with sharing my life relatively openly, but that changed quite a bit once I fell pregnant. It felt like something I wanted to keep quieter about (for reasons that I still don’t fully understand). And it felt weird sharing parts of my life on here, knowing there was this life-altering thing happening that I wasn’t talking about. Nekminit, months go by, I haven’t written a blog post, have barely posted on Facebook or Instagram, and you still haven’t met my littlest love!…