Ru ~ dig deeper glitter in her wake...
I not only fell off this wagon, but it ran over me and kept going down the road. The main culprits have been lack of exercise (I get out for walks, but I need to get the heart going faster & to actually break a sweat more often) and Markus bringing home evil, delicious treats that batter my self control. With all the combined evils, I think I’m probably back where I was this time last year.
This morning I was up early & started thinking about how I’ve been continually putting off another big push on this, so I flipped on the tv hoping to find something similar to the dance workouts I was following before surgery & the M channel shake-up. Lo and behold I found the new station had a bellydancing workout on. I sat there watching for a few minutes, then Isak shouted “Shake your booty, mommy!” (where did he learn that?) so I did. I shook my booty, and several other things as well.
I followed ‘Venus’ through half an hour of bellydance (Isak joined me, happily hopping back and forth, waving his arms, giggling and insisting that his hands were butterflies). It wasn’t anything I’d film and proudly display on youtube, but I feel an odd re-connect with my body, and I’d love to do it again (if I can manage to get up and shimmying at 7am).
Afterward Isak insisted I join him in his own favorite choreographic creation, the peanut butter dance, which nearly kills me every time I try to keep up with him, but definitely gets the heart rate up.
