Monday, 7 January 2013

I like to move it move it!

Frog watched Madagascar once... and has ever since been seen grooving round the neighbourhood singing and making up her own dance moves.

She's cool like that.

The song kind of gets into your head though... and for me it's a happy, bouncing little reminder that I really need to move my butt if I ever want to be absolutely-frickin-drop-dead-fabulous and finally get married.

(Yes I am well aware my looks should not be a requirement, but they are. Being the most un-photogenic person ever invented means butt-moving is ESSENTIAL if I actually want to be in my own wedding photographs.)

I digress. 

I made a promise to myself that I would rejoin #OperationMOVE and stick to it. I promised Kate 600 minutes... let's see how I go.

I got up on Sunday, cranked my tunes, and started. 

And quickly discovered a year of not dancing has made me all stiff and my muscles quite unco-operative. Further fuelling my resolve to keep going and get back my lost stretchiness.

After jazzing my way around with Frog giggling in the background, I did exactly what I told myself to do - "shut up and run" - cruising along for 5k's on the cross trainer.  Followed by some ab killing strength training with my fitball.

And I didn't die. And I felt great. I still feel great and am pretending I can't hear my stomach muscles screaming "oh dear lord someone stop her!"

50 mins down... 510 to go...


  1. Your "About me" pic makes you a liar.

    I'm just sayin!

  2. All it takes is for Mister 4 to watch it just once and I can't get that song out of my head. So thanks... ;-)


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