When I was thirteen years old, my mother enrolled me in ballet classes because I was awkward and ungainly. I remember going to buy Capezio leotards and tights and then starting class. I loved the dancing. What I didn’t love was the fact that just about everyone else was five years younger than me. If it hadn’t been for that, I think I would have stuck with ballet for many years, instead of the merely three months it took me to whine my way out of it.

Now I’m an adult and I wish I knew how to dance! I might pick up some discount dancewear and at the very least, break out that belly dancing DVD I have! It would certainly shake off a few of these pounds, I’m sure.