Monday night I attended what I hope (see previous post) will be a long and sustained effort at belly dancing. Yes indeed, I found myself along with a dozen other lovely but not so svelte ladies, hustled into a room to be presented to our new belly dance instructor! I say ‘presented’ because that’s a bit what it felt like. One minute I was just part of a crowd and the next stood in the presence of a young, tall, slender goddess of a woman with a tiny waist and washboard abs.
As I eyed her up and down for an hour, (not because I’m rude) but because she hardly spoke for the whole hour, so had to watch her like a hawk! She gracefully and fluidly did the movements and we copied her. I say copied but that’s a very loose interpretation of what actually happened. As I surveyed the room, it was apparent that we were not doing a good job of copying! While she looked regal and calm and her movements were slow, delicate and beautiful, we looked like a bunch of robots!
How she maintained her smile throughout the class, I’ll never know! If I’d been at the front looking at us, I would’ve been rolling around the floor howling with laughter (note to self, never become a fitness instructor). I had to keep reminding myself that she too once looked like us (maybe not as cuddly but probably uncoordinated)!
The hope is that I will enjoy belly dancing and that at some point feel accomplished enough to dare to wear the customary outfit and get my belly out! I need something to inspire me to lose weight!
Am I aching? Yes I am but I shall be going back next week and will try not to hold my breath so much. I was so busy concentrating that I forgot to just b-r-e-a-t-h-e!