I bought two different exercise videos so that I could attempt to keep myself exercising on those days when I don’t make it out to the gym. Which uh, happens to have been for the last three weeks. Whoops. Heather, I swear, I will TRY to be there tomorrow.
Anyway. So I put the first one and it’s the Carmen Electra Cardio Striptease video. Sexy, no? Except that I look RETARDED trying to do it. My hips just don’t move that way. Will practice make me get better at it? Perhaps, but I feel stupid practicing.
I decided to try the second video. It’s called Cardio Dance Party. Dance? I like dance. I like to move, I like good music. I couldn’t even do the warm-up moves. Seriously. Step step step knee- okay, got that. Cross-step knee, then cross over the leg and knee and knock yourself over in the process? Okay. Oh wait, you’re supposed to remain standing? Shit.*
So I sat on the couch and I huddled my pillow to me and that’s where my husband found me, twenty minutes later, crying on the couch about how I’m a fat, uncoordinated slob.
Ah, the life that I lead.
*I didn’t really fall over, I’m not that bad.