Today I am sewing a dress. Or rather I would be if I wasn't blogging and doing everything else I can think of to avoid sewing the dress. I'm a little afraid of this dress. I started in December and realized it wasn't right for christmas and I thought I'd have plenty of time to finish it by april. And I did, have the time that is. It's just that every day I thought about it and every day I said I'll have time tomorrow and lo and behold I'm out of tomorrows. I could easily finish this dress today if I had the physical ability to focus, or the fear of god. The best that can be said is that I'm going to try really hard to finish this bad boy today. All I have to do is cook a quick dinner and help Matt can the maple syrup and then sew till my eyes bleed. Do I know how to have a good time or what?
About the atonement...I need to get my ass to the pilates class I hold in my living room. It's been a long time and I'm paying for it by the fact that my core muscles are killing me. They really need to be stretched. Actually all my muscles need to be stretched. I was reading a book yesterday (instead of sewing) and one of the characters was climbing a muddy hill and found his leg muscles didn't like it. Imagine that. I do that every day and every day I feel older and more decrepit because every day it gets harder to climb that damn hill. Between the rain and the snow melt the road has been mud central for weeks and even the dogs are over it. I have no choice but to keep walking up the hill but sheesh my leg muscles are killing me.
The one thing I learned about myself when I was doing weight watchers is that I don't give myself enough credit for the exercise I do. I've been trying to be more objective about evaluating my exercise and while I know I need to be doing more and different things I don't really take into account how hard our walks are. I'm enjoying jump roping, rope jumping, jumping rope...I'm really not sure...and I know pilates would make me feel better if I did it regularly and I really wish that was enough to make me do it.