So, the new exercise I've fallen in love with called "Shimmy: The Art of Belly Dancing"
It's an old book from the '80's but man is it COOL!!
When I first found it at the library I thought the lady on the cover was a bit too dramatic for the art of belly dancing, but as soon as you do the first "Tummy Tryouts" you realize that you want to smile just as big and have even more of a look of sheer joy in your eyes than her.
My abs are TIGHT! and I feel so incredibly attractive I'm surprised men aren't throwing themselves at my feet begging for my hand in marriage.
I felt this same way when I tried burlesque last year. Man oh man, when I walked past the mirror I swear I saw sex oozing out of my pores.
It's great too because almost any Britany Spears or Janet Jackson song has an air of Burlesque to it. I could basically turn on the radio and start dancing.
Belly Dancing though, is a bit more exotic. I feel like some island girl escaped to the Midwest to get away from it all. It helps to have a fresh tan, too.
I did some swing dancing awhile ago and it was hard but you felt it. And, it was fun. So is Tango and Lambada. Yes, I said Lambada The forbidden dance!
Well, I should probably go feed the dog his dinner. I want to stop before this begins to sound like a chapter from a dance testimonial book.
Sarah
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