BENT INTO SHAPE!

#Chapter5

#Prompt5 : Prepare a Vision Board as a sneak peek trailer for the upcoming year 2026.

After a Cinematic Title to my 2025, the last prompt is a Sneak Peek Trailer into 2026. Fitness goals have always been top priority.

This year, time imploded into an oyster shell, the after shocks of 2024 taking its slow, sweet time to settle down.

Right after the cautionary period of 3 months passed like an eternity after my ASD surgery last August, the apprehension that things would never be quite the same was rife.

But so was my grit. Why? Why not? You never try, you never know!

My flexibility was off the mark with a raw incision in the centre of my ribcage, impending any forward bend, let alone a backward bend. My balance on the yoga mat was wobbly. I tethered wildly on my side like a jack-in-the-box while testing out a Tree Pose. The Mermaid pose that I could slide into in 2023 made every fibre cry out in agony.

I diluted my moves to a less than basic, stretching 1% more each day. Steady there, love!

December 2024 to February 2025 was that phase. March saw me rooted in a Tree Pose. Alternating on both legs too was favourably done. But for brief spurts of time. Something was better than nothing. The delight was immense.

April 2025 saw me in a shaky Pigeon Pose and I have yet to regain the One Legged Pigeon which I could manage without a hitch. The rest of the year flew by on an albatross wing. There was no stopping me.

In October, I could hold an Upward Dog for a few breath counts, could do a Bird-Dog Crunch which is still a WIP to date and this November saw me arch back in a Camel Pose and do a couple of Camel Crunches-- the sutures melding painlessly into my movements. My core is on fire every day but isn't that the idea?

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This Vision Board is a collection of selected images to reinforce and continue my discipline of 40 minutes of Mat Pilates combined with Yoga and a Meditation to cap it-- come rain or shine. My revamped goals of 2026 are to regain these poses back into a fluid Vinyasa flow like before.

Although I haven't resumed my Zumba sessions yet, may the memorable pictures of the happy stomping grounds from pre-surgery days manifest it doubly soon 🤞🏻🙏🏻🎇

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