This morning was a big morning. I actually went and did something that I never in a million years thought I would. I signed up, paid for and attended a Salsa Tots class.
In an effort to lose some (some = very large amounts) of weight I decided that I needed to do something a little more physical than moving my fingertips while typing. I contemplated joining the gym and then remembered the last time that I did that.....skinny, had way too much coffee, cheery to a fault girls telling me that I will be skinny in no time....yeah, right. Go fuck yourself skinny gym girl. Jeez....you think that I am bitter much?
So, gym is out of the question. I have bought some proper walking shoes and planned 2 trips to various Disney parks within the next few months. I will be walking....lots. I am telling myself that the Disney trips will be good for me (minus, of course, all of the food that is a must to eat...like Pineapple Whip and Churros).
(Aside - I am typing this while watching The View....Barbara Walters looks horrid today!!! Mmmmmmm Carter Oosterhouse, or however you spell it)
Back to the post....so no gym, more walking. I was watching the morning news one day and saw someone talking about a dance class for Mom (or Dad) and baby, called Salsa Babies. Not having a baby anymore I thought I was screwed. Nope. They have a class called Salsa Tots. Not giving it a second thought, I signed up.
This morning was our first class. Let me start by saying I was totally the fattest in the class....by a lot! On the other hand though, Ryleigh was totally the cutest kid! I got over all the "I am so fat" thoughts, remembering that I was there to try to help out that situation. I avoided looking at myself in the very large mirrors and concentrated on having fun dancing with my baby.
I was pleasantly surprised when I found myself enjoying it. Ryleigh mostly participated, there were moments when she would have rather just been running around, but she did dance. I danced, kind of, but I did not, and will not, jump. That would just be ugly!
I didn't pay attention to the perfect-body Moms who probably roll out of bed looking like they just came home from the salon. I just need to constantly remind myself that I am there to get some exercise and spend some great time with my baby.
3 comments:
Where is this dance class? I've never heard of such a thing but surely my fat ass and cute toddler could use something like it.
Man, you rock! I'm so jealous. I'll be even more jealous if helps you develop rythym. Did I tell you I signed up for running class?
Wow...now, see, I'd rather go to the gym than let anyone see my arse dancing. Because me, dancing? Train wreck. I have a fabulous sense of rhythm, can sing up a storm, but dance? Umm...not so much. I'll just keep going to the gym in the morning, when it's full of old folks and chunky people.
Shade and Sweetwater,
K
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