Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Bellydancing is fun, seriously, crazy fun. But I'm so glad I can close my blinds so people can't peer in and comment on my uncanny resemblance to the dancing hippos in Fantasia. Really, all I'm missing is the tutu and a slender crocodile (or are they alligators?) to herniate while trying to lift me. But as ridiculous as I may look, not quite two weeks into my daily bellydancing regime and I've already dropped an inch off my waist. A small victory, but victory nonetheless!
Along with my loss of an inch, I am becoming more aware of my body and how I feel within it. I am more aware of the space around me. I can feel myself more, in my head I feel willowy and strong. My abdominal muscles (I have some! Know how I can tell? They hurt!) are stretching and yawning as they awaken from their twenty some odd year slumber and they smile as they warm up.
This is a beautiful beginning.