Today I had my second lesson in my Irish step dancing class. Its so much fun! I'm glad I was able to do it since I seem to have hurt my foot.
I've always wanted to learn step dancing. I've always thought it would help make me feel closer to my heritage. I know there are millions of people in America of Irish decent but I am only the third generation of my family in this country, on my dads side. My mothers side is another story, they have been hear since the 1800's. That's another story.
I have just had the best time in the class. The problem is that the room we have class in is lined with mirrors, so I can see myself dancing. That in itself isn't bad, I'm not a bad dancer really. The problem is I can see how incredibly fat I am and I how I look when I do things
I can't even stomach looking at it myself so I have to apologize to everyone else who has to look at me.
I have to keep it in my head what I really look for motivation. If I start to feel like I can get away with eating junk "just this once" I have to remember how my thick ankles are practically cankles. I have to constantly think about how my D cup size breast look like an A against my enormous stomach. I have to always, always ALWAYS remember, how I can't even wear my wedding rings because my fingers are so insanely fat!!!
Maybe If I can remember all this on a daily basis I can actually loose weight. I'm not sure though, I mean its not like I'm not trying.