Brain currently booting in Safe Mode

Well, I was going to do yoga tonight, to make up for the fact that last night I was too hungry and opted to eat something instead. But I don't want to. Not after dancing around the livingroom for 35 or so minutes.

Dance?!? Me?

Yes. Me. Only when I'm alone and no one can see me (Shannon doesn't count), then I feel comfortable enough to dance.

And I bet you're all dying to know the reason.

"The Hand that Feeds" by Nine Inch Nails.

Que?

It's simple, really. I was flipping channels and caught the last half of the video on MuchLoud. It inspired me to get up and get moving to the Faint. Why the Faint? They are completely different entities, but for some reason, the new NiN single reminds of the essence of "Wet From Birth", and no, I can't explain it better than that.

So I put on the Faint at a very reasonable volume (I didn't want to be drowned out by the Counting Crows or John Denver coming up through the floor) and danced.

I feel pretty good right now. But I'm also trying to not focus on the icky feeling that came from how much of me was jiggling. I just have to keep reminding myself that the more I dance, the less jiggle, until, eventually, it's all gone.

Okay. So I'm going to need all of your support and encouragement on this. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays are yoga. Tuesdays and Thursdays are goofy looking dancing in my livingroom (by myself, thank you very much. I'm not throwing parties twice a week). With as much walking as I can get in.

Now, do any of you want to work with me as part of a support network to reduce the jiggle in my step?