My daughter Emma is the princess of interpretive dance. It doesn’t matter where she is; if she hears a beat that catches her ear, she starts dancing. This morning, as I’m listening to my playlist with Beyonce, Fergie, Jennifer Lopez, Shakira, Meghan Trainor, Destiny’s Child, Iggy Azalea and Nicki Minaj, it occurred to me that I do the same thing. I’m better at hiding it in public than she is. I only do shoulder movements, head bobs and swaying hips. Um. Maybe I’m not as good at hiding it as I think I am.
Sometimes I get bored with my same work-out DVD’s. Even ordering different ones from the library doesn’t help. I just like my music so much that I want to do those moves to songs I like listening to. Cue interpretive dance as a workout. I already find myself thinking of the moves I do with the DVD’s that would go with the beat I’m listening to. I already dance around my house. Any movement is more than sitting down doing nothing, right? Hopefully, my hubby’s claim that no one can see me through the windows in the day is correct. If not, I hope the neighbor’s appreciate the entertainment.
I’m also reminded of a conversation that I had with my Brother-in-Law. He went to school to be a personal trainer, so whenever I have workout questions, I ask him. When I was still couch-bound every day, I asked him if just tightening my abs while I sat there was working the muscles. He said it did, which made me feel like at least I was doing something, even if I wasn’t in full sit-up or crunches mode. Start small and build from there!