In the day, I could dance and dance and dance. I once danced for exercise and fun. I didn't realize it until one day when I looked at my baggy clothing, but I'd lost ten pounds without even trying. That'll never happen again.
I'm not fat, but I'm short. I have put on an extra twenty pounds. When I was on vacation with the hairdo from hell, I didn't realize how much the, previously, adoring camera had betrayed me until I saw the results of the photos. What a friggin' shock. I was horrified. I had to act.
I got right on it and dug out exercise tapes with dance aerobics, hip hop, walking, etc. I'm not only fat, I've lost any coordination I once had. I feel like a beached wale. With a little practice, I can get through a routine and it's becoming a little easier. My problem is, though I have a spacious basement, it's carpeted. So I'm out on Ebay looking for dance sneaker. Dance sneakers? Who knew. I need something I can pivot with and scoot in on the indoor/outdoor carpet.
Back to Ebay. I'm employed, but my husband is not, so I wasn't willing to pay full price for dance sneakers. Will, there they were for $10.00 on Ebay. Brand new and the right size and width, I've got bunions and a fat foot. I'm not holding my breath on their comfort, but the price was right and if they don't work out, will, I'm out a few bucks instead of a lot. I was just notified that I won the auction. Is it a good sign? Wait and see, I guess.
The good news is, the first two weeks, I lost five pounds. Yay. That's enough to keep me encouraged, so I went and bought some more exercise tapes. I'm rollin' now, boy.
Until next time, Good bye and God bless.