I really miss my belly dance class. Not because I was good at it. Believe me, I’m clumsy as fuck and probably the least graceful person in the world.
No, I miss this class for a few reasons.
- It forced me out of my comfort zone. Which is something that I need.
- It forced physical activity. Seriously, I’m fat. I need exercise.
- Once I got used to it, class was really fun. Did I still have to force myself to go sometimes, sure, but once there, I really enjoyed myself.
- I have re-discovered my love of dance. All dance. This was just a new form of it for me.
- Did I mention physical activity? Still fat.
The reason I stopped class was twofold. One: RenFest. While I like to keep busy, (when I’m not enjoying my alone time and start to crave human interaction) my life was extra busy during that run. Two: my teacher isn’t teaching this session. Her husband was hit by a drunk driver so understandably, she’s out right now.
Based on these 2 issues, no class this session for me. I feel the difference and know what I have to do in order to get back into it. But like all my other fat girl issues, it’s always easier to sit at home and do nothing but make excuses about being to busy.
Suck it up Buttercup. Get back in the game. Take a different fucking class. Go for a fucking walk. Stop eating the candy bars constantly at your desk during October because you’re stupid enough to put a fucking candy dish on your des. And stop acting fucking surprised that people are putting candy in there.
Ok, so this started out in my brain as being more devoted to belly dance, but ended up a nightmare of self loathing. Guess that happens. Stop judging me damn it.
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