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.
Hula Hooping to Motley Crue…….. Nice one.
Tsk, tsk Trevor. I thought you knew your music. It’s Youth Gone Wild by Skid Row.
For shame.
Doh. Old age (And high pitched kid screaming) is messing with my hearing.
I’ve had the same idea, and similar results. I also learned that I cannot hula hoop near any reflective surface, because the sight of myself is so distracting that I literally forget what I’m doing as I stare in horror.
I mistakenly looked at my reflection in a shop window recently while walking past and was horrified at all the jiggling, so there’s no way I would go near any reflective surface while hula hooping.
I love that she says “Ouch!” and walks away at the end when it didn’t even seem to hit her ankle…she was paying close attention to her Mum, yes?
Yes, she always pays close attention to me unless I ask her to do something or tell her off. The fact that she didn’t ask for a Lightning MCQueen plaster leads me to believe it wasn’t ouchy at all.