quiet

I was poorly last night, so this morning was a quiet one. I still made it to Pilates which I surprised myself by enjoying. I don't feel so conspicuous anymore and may well have finally located my core (which as far as I can tell is barely there). As for curling up into a ball and gently rocking on our backs - I don't move at all. Not even a centimetre. Afterwards I nipped to the herbalist to get some information on PMT. Every two weeks out of four I am replaced by the Wicked Witch of the East and it's time to address it before the rest of the family moves out. I also treated myself to some Weleda Wild Rose Body Oil, which smells divine. I shall anoint my body liberally after a bath this evening...