Pilates Can You Save Me?

I can hardly take it anymore.  I've been trying very hard to follow my doctor's advice to ne rien faire - to do nothing- for quite some time now, in hopes that my herniated disc will chill the explicative out.

I don't do yoga. 

I don't go to dance.

I don't run.

I don't stretch.

I don't exercise.

In order to combat total depression, I...

...ride by bike with my back brace on and pretend like I'm getting exercise.

Yesterday, (after trying on an outfit in the horrible lighting that is the H&M dressing room and noticing that cellulite was taking over my life), I decided to do something.  So I busted out my handy Iphone and Googled "pilates workout". Since I'm not allowed to do yoga (forward bends are about the worst thing ever for my back, says Doctor), I figured that Pilates, which focuses on core strength (aka: back support!) would be a great, low impact, solution.

I found Erin Huggins and I think I may have a girl crush on her. I followed a few of her Youtube videos which were super easy to do in my minuscule living room, and it felt like I was in a class, but I didn't have to be on time or run home from work to change before getting there.  It's a win-win in my book.  

Here is the first video I tried:

Hopefully I've found the one thing that I can do while my back heals...we shall see.  Anyone else have experience with Pilates?  I have friends in Paris who teach Pilates, but I've mainly been a yoga person through the years. Would love any feedback on Erin's video!

Tu Veux Un Update?

After my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad experience with Le Vous at my physical therapist's office, I was absolutely DREADING my RDV last Thursday.  I gave myself a pep talk before going in her office and I basically pretended like nothing had gone wrong last time ...no I had not inappropriately told her that she could tutoyer me, no there had not been a million awkward moments that followed.


She gave me a bizarre "Bonjour" as she walked through the waiting room to wash her hands and we didn't mention it once during my therapy session - so far, so good.

Then Monday happened.

We were doing the electrodes whilst she gave me the mini-massage (so that we would have time for "exercise"), when she said, "On s'est dit qu'on aller se tutoyer, non?" (We said we were going to use the tu, didn't we?).  Oh. Dear. God. Why does this happen to me?

Then, just to up the awkward ante a little more, I said, "Oh yes, we did, but last time I felt like maybe you didn't feel comfortable with that.  And you're right, it is hard to switch.".

Then we used the vous. For the entire rest of the session.