Now as all those other people are giving up and sliding back in to their sedentary lives, I strike! I started by attending a dance class last Saturday. I am not by any means coordinated. I sometimes have to pause and think about which is right and which is left (sometimes I feel that it's an embarrassingly long time...but it's probably not...probably). Anyway, I danced...and it didn't matter if I went left right left or right left right. It was fun...some ladies worried a little more about whether or not they were getting it right. The way I see it, if I was going to be a professional dancer (ballet, exotic, what have you) I would have started practicing a while ago.
Getting out there and moving really did make me feel better though. I was happier, and it lasted into the next day. When I woke up a little sore the next day...that felt good too. It had been so long since I'd done something good for myself like that I'd forgotten what it felt like. Which is a little sad, but it's okay because it's February and a whole new time to start fresh.
(Also, if you're in the LA area and want to take some awesome dancey classes may I suggest the Heartbeat House. I like the Yoga Booty Ballet classes, but they have a lot of variety)