Dance It Out

GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

RRRRAAAAARRRRRRR!!!

AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you. Just had to get that out.

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I’ve been thinking lately that I just might have too much on my plate. But then I go back and think about it, and I really don’t do all that much. I could be checking more things off my ever-growing to-do list, but when I have a free moment I just want to lie back and relax. Then, the fact that I didn’t clean my apartment, write my latest blog post, tackle my laundry pile(s), shop for clothes that fit (smaller sizes, a-thank you), get rid of clothes that don’t, read my fellow bloggers’ stories, work my bod at the gym or outside, empty my cats’ litterboxes, go grocery shopping, call my friends and family, clip Norman’s claws, etc, gets me even more frustrated and I never completely relax.

I just read through that list and I feel ashamed because my life is not that rough at all. When there are so many larger issues in the world and other people less fortunate than I, why should I let these things get me in a tizzy? Easier said than done. These things do get me riled up, and it all came to a head after a stressful end to my rainy, gloomy workday.

On my drive home, I decided that I was going to hit the treadmill and run off my aggression. (Yes, that’s the girl I’ve become. And I kinda like it.) I march into the workout room, and what do I find??? The treadmill is broken!!!! I had my heart set on the treadmill, and the elliptical and bikes were just not gonna do the trick. You’d think that, since I was in the mood to work out and was wearing the appropriate clothing, I would hop on another machine instead. Nah. That was the last straw.

That's how I felt when I reported the broken treadmill
to the people who run my apartment complex.
I left a surprisingly upbeat and breezy voicemail.
(Little tip: It pays to be nice even when you don't wanna be.)

I decided to plop down on my couch and pound out my frustrations on the keyboard. I probably should have just taken on an alternate workout, but I needed to feel like I was in control. I am in control when I blog. Well, at least until I throw all my stuff onto Blogger, then it’s a whole new ballgame and there are other bugs to wrestle.

I really don’t think the coffee I drank today is helping me calm down. But this vent session kinda did.

Now that I’ve gotten that rant out of my system (for the time being), I’ve decided I'm going to pop in my So You Think You Can Dance Tone and Groove DVD and dance it off. I DVR Ellen every day, and I’ve had today’s episode playing in the background while typing this. She kicks off each show by shakin’ her thang, and I think there’s something to that. How can you not feel great while letting music penetrate every inch of your beautiful body?! I don’t care what I look like when I dance. I let loose. I rock out. I hope my neighbors outside enjoy the show.

I’m gonna sign off now before I change my mind about burning some extra cals. You know what would make me feel better? A contest. That’s right. You read correctly. A contest. Check back later this week for your chance to win a pretty sweet prize!!!!

Peace and love, lovelies.

PS The title of the Natalie Dee comic I used today is “Restless Egg Syndrome.” Hilarious! That’s enough for a giggle and a smile to brighten your and my day :)