Surprise!

I'm a white girl, by every stereotypical definition of the word. I want to be culturally educated and have travelled the world to better understand different races and religions, but I am still just a un-coordinated white girl.

Imagine my surprise when my favorite step class was been cancelled in order to host a guest instructor... a Bollywood Dancer. I was already in my sweats and looking for a work-out, so I signed up. I am always happy to try new things and have new experiences, but as previously stated I am un-corodinated.

What a class! I hid in the back, trying to hide my in ability to shake it on beat. Most of the movements are a lot of shaking and hip thrusts, with chest thrusts and shaking. There is way too much bouncing and intricate steps, with even more complicated hand movements. I was jiggling all over the place!

I was laughing and enjoying myself AND working up a sweat. I am a little sore right now... an hour of bollywood dancing in an intense work-out. I won't do it again... I like simple things I can follow and push through. I spent most of the class confused, but for your enjoyment... the rest of the class was middle aged, over weight, white women all as unco-ordinated as me.

Go ahead, picture it.

I broke out in fits of laughter several times.

All in all I feel good... relieved and relaxed.

34 days until I move into my house and only 5 days left of post detox.

Yay!

Love!

I'm funny.

At least I think I am. I have funny thoughts about silly things that will make me laugh.

Like, my inability to say 'Abnominally'. It always comes out wrong... and every time I say it I laugh. I never thought anything of this until Richard pointed out that I laugh hysterically at my own own flaw.

I have been know to lose focus while walking... I will focus on something small and forget I am in a crowd of business professionals. The other day I was walking to the gym and something on the floor caught my attention. I then started skipping from tile to tile trying to avoid the cracks. I am bouncing along for a good 2 minutes before I remember I am at the office of one of the biggest media companies in Canada, and I laugh at myself.

I have been known to break in giggle fits over things no one remembers. Like, the day Mat, my co-worker, was stretching after hurting his back the night before playing basketball... one good lunge and he tooted. I am giggling right now.

I am also funny in a non-haha way. Like, I hold my breath when I walk past ugly people because I don't want to smell their ugly. Or I eat only with plastic cutlery, because metal on my teeth makes me cringe. Funny in a way that people don't understand, but love me regardless.

I am funny.

Anyways the point of this blog was to mention the speed and angle of my mind is clearly different than most. And when I get on the scale (see I brought it back to 'fitness-ish') and I see a number I don't like (like the 3 pound gain from turkey indulgence) I think of the day that I was 20 pounds heavier and thrilled to see that number... I remember how it felt to be that size and then I have a little leniency for my slight gain. It's not a get out of jail free card, but a rationalization that I am human and I have flaws... most of which I can laugh at.

Love!