FYI, Pilates totally qualifies as a contact sport in my humble opinion. I was busy yesterday and had very little time to get to the gym, so I decided to try a new Pilates DVD (review to come in a later blog). I love Pilates, as far as I’m concerned if you want to see results in your core quickly Pilates is the way to go, but I totally remember why I stopped taking mat classes at the gym—I always look like I’ve had the crap beaten out of me afterward.

I bruise really easily, and for some reason after an hour of moves like Rolling Like a Ball and Superman I’m left with bruised vertebrae and black and blue hip bones. Sexy, I know. I love Pilates but it would appear that I’m a wee bit of a delicate flower. Perhaps I need more iron. Who wants a steak?

Speaking of steak, the first full day of the great Passover Diet of 2011 wasn’t so bad. I spent the earlier part of the day shopping with a friend (read: enlisting her as my personal shopper since my own personal sense of style is sometimes lacking) who also admitted that she sees Passover like a dietary detox. Not its intended purpose, but it’s perhaps the most will-power efficient way to give up bagels. Mmmm, bagels. I’m glad I’m not the only one who rationalizes holidays this way. After shopping, I headed out to Queens for a girl’s night out. Tuesdays are totally the new Friday.

Basically what I’m saying is: I was too busy socializing all day to go to the gym so now I’m all black and blue. Karma’s a bitch.

 

Breakfast


Greek yogurt with honey, banana, and walnuts

Lunch


Cajun broiled tilapia with salsa made from avocado, tomato, and grilled pineapple
Broccoli

Dinner


Sangria

Cobb Salad