Ouch

Pilates beat me up yesterday.

I've never actually been punched in the stomach, but this is what I imagine that it feels like.  It hurts to laugh, cough, walk, and sit up.  It even kind of hurts to breathe.

Oh wait, I have been punched in the stomach!  I forgot.  When I was a scrawny adolescent one of my peers punched me for no apparent reason and another one of them laughed.  At least, I don't remember there being a reason.  Maybe I was being annoying and bossy.  I wouldn't be surprised.

Anyway, I've never been one for exercise, so actually using my muscles apparently makes them mad and me useless.  And now they are exacting their revenge.  Last night after Pilates, I went home and watched 1600 episodes of "Say Yes to the Dress" because I was too tired to get off the couch.

Oh well, at least now I know I've got muscles.