Pilates is for Hotties

Fashion and fitness go hand in hand. What's the point of lusting over Helmut Lang leather pants if you're just going to look like a stuffed sausage should they finally find their way to your closet? The look we are going for is long, lean, and in need of a sandwich. Which is why no matter how shit-crammed my schedule is, pilates is penciled in at least twice a week. Need convincing? Susan Lucci. Oh yeah, she looks great for a 40-year-old, blah blah blah-NO. This bitch is SIXTY-effing-EIGHT. 68.

Please don't get it twisted- exercise in NO WAY excuses bad eating habits. The best case scenario down that road is a thick turd frame that doesn't jiggle. The old saying "abs are made in the kitchen" is TRUTH to live and die by.

Let's get real though- when I say pilates, we aren't talking about one of those classes that "you didn't even REALIZE you were working out." Just stop. If that's the case, you're doing it wrong.  I am referring to 50 minutes, maybe an hour, of sweat, seizure-esque muscles shakes, and a slow steady burn. No pain, no gain.

Find yourself a BA instructor that pushes you towards toned tush nirvana. Shop around if you must.  We are looking for someone that you're positive has lost their marbles because they do shit like: expect you to hold that plank 30 more seconds or to squeeze that tiny blue ball between your things while doing reformer squats while hammer curling hand weights. Yes, we don't much like them at 6am but when you slip into that Bettinis bikini you're Revolve shopping cart is currently flirting with, they are your bestie. 

Live in the San Diego area and need a recommendation? I can can make this real quick: Brigette Guido at Club Pilates- Pacific Beach or Adriana Vargas at Live + Love Pilates in La Jolla. Just don't book up my fave classes. Or I will have to karate chop you with my pilate-chiseled guns. Namaste.

~Jeanie