I have a lot of bright ideas that don’t seem so bright afterwards. Now most people can blame a lot of their bright ideas on alcohol consumption, but since I don’t actually drink very often I’m going to blame mine on the lost brain cells caused by having children.
My latest bright idea was to be a sure fire way of helping me shed some of the extra kilos my body has been hoarding for the last few years, so what could be better than hula hooping? Hey, it made sense to me – all that gyrating would be a good form of cardio, and the hoop rotating around my belly would shave off a bit of fat with each pass. It would have worked, I’m sure, if I wasn’t so uncoordinated. If I’m lucky I can get the hoop to go once round my jiggly belly, and once round my legs before it crashes down on my feet or, more often, thwacks onto the particularly sensitive part of my ankle bone that hurts like a @##$$% and drops me to the ground to hold my ankle and whimper for a bit.
So, defeated, I turned the hula hoop over to my children to play with, then watched as my almost three-year-old daughter showed me the proper way to do it.
Hey, you know what? I love getting comments. In fact they probably burn off all that blubber stuck on all my jiggly bits. Help my jiggly bits get less jiggly. Please.