Groove Thang

I am not one for exercise.  If I was, I wouldn't be the fat girl I am today.  I hated gym class.  For reasons still unknown to me, I played field hockey and softball in middle school.  I also threw the javelin one year in high school, and 3 years in the marching band.  I got plenty of exercise, but I was still a size 14. Maybe I did it because all my friends were.  It also looked good on a college application.  Sometimes, I had fun, but most of the time not.  

I hated running with a passion.  I was slow and clunky.  In my mind, I was lithe and graceful.  But in reality I had all the grace of a lame horse.  At the end of track practice, the coach always made me run a mile.  I could never finish it without walking.  I remember I did do a very slow jog for the whole thing, the way he reacted was incredible.  You'd have thought I had broken an Olympic record.  I never really appreciated it until just this moment.  There was actually someone out there who was cheering me on, trying to get me to do my best.  I knew I was awful at the javelin.  I had no grace, no style, but I'm glad I tried it. 

One thing I was always good at was the dance workout classes.  I loved the way the music made me feel.  I took ballet one year, but it was too expensive so I had to stop.  Sometimes, I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't stopped.  Would I have a dancer's disciplined body?  Probably with my luck, I would have developed an eating disorder.  Bipolar, anxiety, eating disorder; sounds like the making of a TV movie.

Anyway, the reason I bring up dancing, is that that's what I've decided to do for exercise.  I found a Pandora station for dance cardio, and I am just going to spend some time in my room shaking my groove thang.  Of course, I'll need to warm it up and stretch it out; don't want to sprain my thang!

I have not been motivated to go walking or anything, and this I can do in my room, basically private. I can hardly wait until tomorrow!!  I'll let you know how it goes.  There's no routine yet, just me freestyle.  I weigh myself on Thursday, I hope I lost at least a pound.  The trumpet has sounded.  The battle of the bulge has officially begun!!!!!