I did something very unusual today. Let me start out by saying that I’m supposed to be exercising. I try to go for at least two walks a day while I’m at work. I sortof walk my dogs on the weekend, but not really. I have a 10-Minute Trainer video which I’ve used quite a few times, just not recently. Anyway, the point is that I’m supposed to be exercising, but I’m not doing as much as I should be.
Today was a relatively good day at work; nothing super boring or grating, so that’s always a good thing. I got out of work an hour early to have dinner with my coworkers, and that was nice. The cold air downtown was refreshing. I wore a new skirt. Dinner was tasty, and I stuck with my low-carb “lifestyle change” – had a skirt steak with grilled shrimp with some red adobo sauce, very nice. (I didn’t even have a single tortilla chip even though there were 3 bowls within reach.) Got lots of compliments on my boots. Came home and found the dogs had destroyed very little, which is always a good thing. Made some bread dough for an upcoming picnic gathering, didn’t sample any. Cleaned up the kitchen a bit and made myself some hot tea. So, all in all it was a pretty good day.
So, what did I do that was unusual? This is actually a bit difficult for me to admit, but… I danced.
While I was poking around online, something reminded me of the song Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira. I looked it up on YouTube and I must have watched the video at least 15 times. I couldn’t help it; the girl is hot. She’s not disturbingly skinny like so many other celebrities, and my god does she know how to shake. She’s terribly hypnotic. She has a unique voice and a pretty smile, but I was seriously watching her tummy flex the whole time. And I decided that I want a body like Shakira.
So the unusual thing was not watching the video a trillion times. The actual unusual part of it was that, at around maybe the 17-18th viewing, I had to pee, and on the way back to my desk, I just kindof… started dancing. THIS IS NOT NORMAL. I don’t dance. I never have. I can count the number of slow dances from my whole lifetime on one hand. Anything that involves rhythm and coordination is just… I don’t know. I can’t do it.
It is very possible that the reason why I couldn’t dance previously is that I thought about it too much. Trying to put my feet in the right locations, move my body in time with what I hear instead of what I feel, or maybe just being totally self-conscious about how ridiculous I look. But this time, I was in my closed bedroom, the boyfriend wasn’t home, the curtains were closed, the room was warm, the music was loud, and the only witnesses were my dogs. Actually, the dogs may have jump-started the whole dancing thing – see, they like being chased. So once my feet were actually moving at a faster-than-walking pace, they were on me like lightning begging me to play, and I did. They had a blast, and in fact I was having so much fun (gasp) dancing that when the song ended I played it again and danced a second time. I couldn’t even begin to tell you what kind of dancing it was. It was moving, it was rhythmic, and I didn’t fall over.
That was about 10 minutes ago. I’m still in shock. (And the reason why this dancing admission even made it onto this blog is because… dancing is exercise, and exercise helps keep blood sugar in check. So there.)
I may dance again in a few minutes when I catch my breath. >.>