So, yesterday worked out pretty well for me. I got through all of my washing and ironing. I deep conditioned the head. I did the warm up and tum section of my Pilate's DVD and boy can I feel it today. While you're working out, you're thinking; "this is so easy, how can it be doing anything?" But having been to classes, I know that Pilate's is a bit of a stealth workout and while it seems easy at the time, you know about it the next day. I'm glad I didn't power through the whole thing, probably wouldn't have been able to move today if I had, but it's made me want to fit in a workout, far more often. I can feel those muscles recoiling as we speak, my hat is off to Ms Margot Campbell.
I'm sitting here with my filter coffee after having chatted with Fay for a good while, I'm the only customer at the moment, so it's allowed. She looks great and since August last year, has lost 4 stone, not too shabby at all.
There is a new study out in the US (fifth edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual (DSM) of Mental Disorders,) which rather boldly proclaims, that if you are either; shy, lonely or bereaved then you should be categorised as being mentally ill. Wow, that's a pretty sweeping statement from, I'm guessing, a group of people who have never been; a) shy, b) lonely or c) bereaved, and thank God, they really should count their blessings. Lucky them. I have been one or more of the above, at, well... most times in my life, so I guess that means that I'm mentally ill. You guessed all along didn't you?
The UK is currently garnering signatures to block the publication of the report in the UK, maybe... just maybe, we have not lost all of our respective marbles over here, (in this department at least.) What a ridiculous report. Do these people know anything of human nature or have they been in front of their computers for too long analysing data?
If nothing else, then the report is thought provoking, but given the choice, I know that I'd rather be deemed as being mentally ill rather than being unable to recognise loneliness, shyness or someone struggling with bereavement.
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