As if. I should know better than to purchase a workout video at Marshalls for $4.99. Not only is the DVD defective, the instructor is like Rachel Ray meets Paula Abdul. It's not a pretty combo. She's about 42, but wants to be 22, and I'm actually cringing in embarassment for her.
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I can't even dance along with the video because I feel to old to be doing these silly dance moves - not only that - they are like fresh out of 1996, but the DVD just came out this year. Again, no wonder it was $4.99!
Back to the belly for me! (Belly dancing, that is...) ;-)
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Interestingly, I've decided I must secretly want to be a dancer. I keep buying dance related work out DVDs. It's probably because I experienced the profound loss of not being able to dance growing up. My parents thought dancing was evil. I know they'll deny it because they have revisionist memories, as I do, but Mom - it's true!!
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Poor mini-me would sit in her room practicing first, second, third and forth position, bootlegging instructions from all my friends who actually took ballet. I would go to their shows and watch in awe of their totally rad dance moves (hey - it was 1986). All my friends took ballet, tap and jazz, but not me. I used to point my toes as curved as I could to form the ballet arch in my foot, and I was good at that! (I wonder if that's the root of my charlie horses today? My parents are right! Dancing IS evil!)
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I went to a school that didn't allow dancing either. There was no prom, but instead, there was a Junior/Senior banquet. Gag! Even if I hadn't been suspended and not allowed to go, I wouldn't have gone. ;-)
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But alas, I think I'm discovering that deep down I want to dance...probably because I wasn't allowed. See - that's what you get!! I suppose there could be worse things to want to do, so dance I shall!
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