And let the lurve continue....
Huge thanks to all you lurky-lurkers who delurky-lurked, I felt quite warm and fuzzy all weekend. Even when I was prancing around like a demented
and sad white woman windmill at hip-hop aerobics with Elizabeth on Saturday morning. In fact that was rather fun. Yes. despite her lamenting that she feels she's scared to take even the tiniest little step towards her weightloss goals, that little powerhouse was bumping and grinding alongside me with the rest of the sweaty white women best of 'em. And she was a sassy, vocal little mother and I loved it because LORDY do I get bored with exercise. So, E. I call that taking a pretty big step. I mean, we had to do dancey moves and pivots and booty-wiggles-with-attitude and everything... All I can say is that while none of us will be appearing on a video with JayZ any time soon, we moved, we sweated, and we giggled. So head on over there to Elizabeth's and tell her she's a big faker, and that she can do this, and that she'd better get her ass over to class with me next Saturday so I can have more incentive to lose my built-in hula hula skirt. Because to lose weight and get healthy, it takes The Village People, people. It takes The Village People.