So the first month of the year is behind me and the New Years Resolutions are going pretty strong so far….. well… some of them…. OKAY ONE OF THEM but that shit takes time, okay?? I joined a dance class recently and even though I still look like a hippo trying to balance on its back legs while using a hula hoop, it is loads of fun. And it also feels good to have something that’s all mine.
It does wonders for the self esteem – I would recommend it to anybody. It has automatically catapulted me into healthier eating as well – BONUS…. That is probably because I don’t really want to look like the only earthquake hazard in the studio while shaking the old rude box and, without realising it, causing the other students to shift uneasily away by a few paces.
It really is quite funny how whenever I am, once again, on the road to that hot little body that I always dreamed of I start to imagine how much more fabulous my life will be when I am thinner. How much happier I will always be, always smiling and laughing the worries away because I will just look too sensational to care.
Why is looking good such an essential part of feeling good?
Think about this for a moment – how good do we really look during a toe-curling orgasm? Or when we are enjoying a completely out-of-our-minds-drunken laugh attack? Or getting a head massage…
Damn you, Cosmopolitan....... DAMN YOU!!!!
PRK
