When I got in the car to drive carpool today, the Hokey Pokey came on. It was nothing but background noise till that line penetrated my consciousness. You see, last night was a caloric disaster. My hormones must be doing post-pregnancy gymnastics because last night was a face plant off the uneven bars. Between bouts of wanting to cry for no good reason (which is so not me. If I am going to cry I know exactly why and I know what [or who] I need to fix it) I realized that I needed chocolate or someone was going to get hurt - not in the funny bumper-sticker "hand over the chocolate and no one gets hurt" sort of way, more in the honest to goodness, run for your life sort of way. Apparently I am still hormonal, because that last sentence is a grammatical train wreck. Anyway, I called my husband and asked if he would pick up some bread and milk and chocolate on the way home. He asked what kind of chocolate and I said something out of this world fabulous, filled with clouds and frosted with angel wings. He brought home Hagen Daz dark chocolate ice cream bars which was close enough. I shall spare you the finger-licking details.
Enter the Hokey Pokey. It made me realize that when it comes to being fit and fabulous I really want to put my "whole self in." Committing my whole self means committing the hormonally crazed parts of myself too. And I found a Zumba class close to my house so tonight I really am going to "shake it all about."
Bear with me through one last Hokey Pokey reference - By committing to health yet again I hope to "turn myself around because that's what it's all about." (Groan. I know. I just couldn't resist.)
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