Meh.

Yep, that's me at the moment all right, 'meh', lots and lots of 'meh'. I don't really know where it came from but I would be quite happy for it to shuffle off and bother someone else. When you have a large pile of 'meh' hanging over you, even if you have the best intentions in the world, everything that you do seems to go a little skew-if.

I had another idea for a watercolour and ink sketch, it seemed like a good idea in my head. I attempted some colour washes on Sunday and.....'meh', totally not what I was aiming for. Now I'm debating, do I try and redeem my first attempt or just toss it away, wait until the 'meh' has moved on, and try afresh ? Yes, tough decisions indeed, it's no wonder I'm having trouble falling asleep at night.

But it's not all bad when you get a dose of the 'mehs', finding my creative portal slightly blocked I have turned my attention elsewhere and have re-embraced home sessions of Pilates. I really enjoy Pilates, none of this sweating business. Calm, controlled movements which give you rock-hard (well, slightly less squishy) abs and a toned butt. Yes, that's the real carrot isn't it ? Who wouldn't want a toned, perky botbot that you could bounce a coin off ?

Petal has been joining me in my workouts (I use the term loosely) and I must admit that it's very hard to keep a straight face and concentrate on "working your inner core strength," when you have a four year old wanting to hold your hand and perform her stylised interpretation of the exercise. The Coach decided to take some photos of our efforts the other day, and Petal, ever the entertainer, is looking up with a huge grin on each shot whilst I grimace and try to hold a pose as all the muscles I'd forgotten I had begin to quiver and shake in protest.

Anyway, I'm sure that the 'mehs' will be on their merry way soon enough and in the meantime I will embrace my new daily mantra, "Abs of steel, abs of steel, abs of steel."