Once upon a time in November 2024, I innocently joined Ning’s mat class… did two sessions… and then vanished like a limited-edition donut on sale. Poof. Gone. Life was life-ing and swallowed me whole.

Fast forward to mid-2025 , I crawled back, only to discover Ning had LEVELLED UP.
Suddenly there was mat, reformer, spine corrector…
I swear if I stayed missing any longer, she’d have invented a flying Pilates machine.

Thanks to Ning’s saint-like patience, I can now control myself, stop overstretching, and avoid turning every class into a cramp-infested crime scene. And of course, no session is complete without her war cry:

“My abs… my abs… MY ABS!”

The way this line haunts me… I hear it in the shower. In traffic. In my dreams. 

Now my days are filled with healthy activities.
Am I skinny?  No.
Am I still thick?  Absolutely.
Do I feel lighter, bendier, and 87% more fabulous?  YES. 

And Ning… oh Ning.
This lady deserves a Nobel Prize for her tolerance toward an older student who:

• picks up slowly
• asks a million questions
• gets confused between left and right
• and occasionally freezes mid-movement like a buffering video 

Her passion, patience, and “I believe in you even when you look lost” energy is unmatched.

Happy 1st Anniversary, Pilates With Ning.
Here’s to another year of core pain, laughter, and me saying “Ning help I’m stuck” while she calmly whispers:

“My abs… my abs… my abs…”                                                                 

Farah (December, 2025)