Exercise Confession: I'm a kitchen dancer
Sunday, June 10, 2012
This really is a confession because no one gets to see this happen, which is probably a very good thing because they may hurt something from laughing so hard. I even hide it from my husband by strategically doing it only when he is elsewhere in the house. See, I don't like to exercise. I suck at sports. I struck out at t-ball when I was a kid, which, if you don't know, involves the ball SITTING STILL on top of a stand in front of you. However I have always loved to dance, I'm just a bit... creative... when I do so it's best that no one sees me.
Some people are runners, others are bikers, walkers, cross-fitters, the list goes on. I, however, am a kitchen dancer. I dance for my dog. I dance with abandon. I shake, shimmy, and do all kinds of uncoordinated moves. Sometimes I pretend I am teaching an aerobics class or in a music video, and sometimes when it's a super sexy song I pretend I'm prancing on the stage as a naughty stripper. Thankfully I have a very large kitchen that allows for extra prancing and the occasional grapevine. I wear my slippers or socks for the best sliding action. I prefer no sleeves on my shirts for unrestrained arm waving/flapping/pretend gun-slinging.
Watch this video and you can get an idea of how spastic I look. Actually he makes me look tame but you get the idea.
I've had many exercise classes and videos over the years. I love Hip Hop Abs, but doing the same thing all the time gets really boring so I do the walking crunches across the floor and look like a spaz. I dance while I'm cooking and cleaning. I actually make cleaning my kitchen on Saturday mornings a ritual just so I can do my crazy dancing exercise while I do it. I know the husband is still asleep, I get the cleaning out of the way, and I feel invigorated for the rest of the day.
They say do what you love and it doesn't feel like exercise, and that's true. I get a lot of joy out of flailing around the room to everything from Lady Gaga to Hinder. Plus it gets meals made and the counters wiped. So what's your exercise confession? Share it now and let me know I'm not alone in my never ending pursuit of fitness through my pathetic lack of rhythm and grace. I swear I won't tell anyone.