The other side of the lake

I started a dance camp on Monday (yesterday) and it has been challenging me to the umph degree. Its 3 hrs Mon-Fri... and it is serious work!

That mirror wall does not lie. I don't know how I got this badly out of shape, but I certainly don't like it. I am trying really hard not to be too tough on myself. As much as I have lost all of 8lbs in my first two weeks home, and look to lose another 17, I know it is hard work. It's just that when reality kicks in, it kicks in, and I just want to get my old body back. But, having said that, I am giving myself permission to enjoy dance class and to go through all the headwork it takes to grapple with the state I have found myself in.

Easy Skanking Chef is proud that I am dancing again... and is encouraging me to find a dance class in Dubai so that I can continue.

I wish I could write more, because I certainly could use the creative release, but I just cannot seem to be able to.

The grass is not always greener on the other side of the lake.