I vacillate between periods of healthy activities (yoga, body weight exercises, running) and periods of high sloth (couch sitting! desk sitting! sitting in general!). My inertia in either is strong, but eventually something will push me into one or the other. Recently, it was realizing that I am a great example of “skinny fat” (yes, problematic terminology all around) — I look thin, sure, but I have little to no strength or tone. So, fine, activity it is, I resolved, and commenced to work.
I’m weak enough that I can’t do much impressive, but here’s what I did today:
Yeah, this kicked my ass. And believe me, I was doing the beginner versions.
Then there’s this, which brings me to the title of this post:
There’s a lot of reasons to be ashamed. First off, might be that I can hear my previous yoga teachers saying things like, “seriously?!” and “that’s not good for your [fill in blank here]” But second, and more importantly — this is serious booty shaking.
Reader, I loved it. It was super fun. I can only imagine how foolish I looked. I have about….zero sensual gyrating genes in this body. I was put on earth to make people feel embarrassed for me when I try to ape sexy moves. In tough financial times, when I would joke about stripping to make ends meet, my friends would look at me tenderly and say, “but that’s not really your strength, is it sweetie?”
But I am sold. I have managed to find about 5 full length videos of this woman’s “buti” yoga vids, and plan on making them a regular part of my week. Because dignity? What’s that?