I never thought of bellydancing as a dangerous hobby. Apparently it is, if you are me. I was leaving class last night holding my dance bag...and it bumped against my leg. No big deal, right? Not if you have a porcupine quill in there! It was like a red hot poker was shoved inside my knee! Holy crap, I thought it was stuck! I wilted to the floor, and pulled up the leg on my pantaloons. Whew. Nothing broke off the tip of the quill, thank god. But ow I have a nice little puncture would on the s... read more

I am going to buy a scale today. I don't know how I feel about it. It has never been about the weight for me. Maybe that's because I have always been able to eat whatever and not worry about it. So different now. I have to exercise to keep my figure. I watch what I eat. I haven't been as active as I used to be. I get comfortable with the less than perfect me ( I don't strive to be perfect, just what i want myself to be). I get lazy, stagnant. I know my hubby loves me and thinks I am sexy/hot... read more

I went out dancing Friday night. Before we headed out of town, I shared a Red Line with a friend. Bad idea. That shit is like bad bad bad crack. I didn't sleep that night, at all. I tried to take a nap the next day, not happening. My body was tired, but my brain was awake. Then I went out dancing a gain on Saturday. I felt a bit better and slept for a few hours. That stuff really messed me up. Never again. Blech.