Skip to main content


Soooo okay. Recently I have been participating in Zumba dance class. It's fun, it's exhilarating, it will kick your arse. One of the few class type things for fitness I actually really enjoy going to. Spin class is also a personal, die hard favorite but I've had trouble locating a place that offers it without full membership. Other than these two types of classes, workouts are best outside, especially living in good ol' sunny FL. Just my personal pref.

I went last week for time number one with my friend from work. We had a great experience, laughed in between stumbling through the motions, sweated like maniacs and burned between 700-1000 calories just as beginners. Can I get an amen?? Is this not EVERYTHING we aim for? The correct answer here should be yes. Yes, it is.

I have to say too, this is an extra notch of accomplishment for muah, seeing as how I have zero dance class affiliation. Or with rhythm. But I'll come back to this. As a kid, my mother would sign me up for various things; baseball, tap, ballet, soccer, and Lord knows what else. True to form, I would wait until about, oh say the day before and would adamantly put my little cute dance shoe or cleat firmly on the ground to declare it wasn't happening. The only thing I followed through with was drama over summer. No, not hanging out with my friends bickering and causing mischief. That came years later. I mean actual acting camps, library programs to perform in plays, all that fun stuff. Me, the dramatic actress, go figure! This would be why my Nana affectionately refer to me as Sarah Burnhart.

While I am extremely a novice, determination fuels my fire. My friend and I joke and laugh but we truly give our all shuffling around and aim to be the people in the first row you can watch if you can't quite see the teacher. The ones who are fantastically really good at this already. As mentioned, my natural ability for rhythm is nonexistent so it's exciting to get to the bottom of what my problem is. It's so weird, it's like I get so nervous I completely freak out and freeze up. I have to be a good dancer, no? Just like my singing abilities, that I expertly demonstrate in the car along to Katy, Nicki, Mariah. I mean, come on. Obviously, I have mad talent deep inside and will one day fulfill my dream of frantically and skillfully rocking out via Jennifer Beal in Flashdance. AmIright? The cool thing is that so many members of the class are encouraging and keep saying don't stop!...You'll get it!...We were all new at one time...That type of kindness is so appreciated. Beyond words, appreciated.

I'm going to go ice my thighs now and wear my hair down since I can't lift my arms this morning. Given last week, I should be back to normal in about 72 hours. Thanks Izzy for the tips on dance class recovery. That's my girl sharing her tricks!

Over and out,
-Dance Diva Meggie


Popular posts from this blog

Self care reset

We all hear the buzzwords self care more than ever these days. Every where you turn, a lifestyle blogger, health guru, or magazine article shares insight on ways to treat yo self to some basic T.

While I love modern discussions as much as the next girl, I’m aware sometimes it just doesn’t fit and you have to reset what isn’t working. For example, some weeks I am just done by the tine Friday hits. Hell, a rough Wednesday or Thursday has crept in there, too, requiring a pause and reflection for how best to naturally beat a funk or a “feeling of less than stellar”.

Here my top self care reset ideas for your consideration:

Drink water: Warm it with some lemon, try some green tea for an antioxidant boost, or just plain old room temperature is a sure way to get the boost to feeling a bit better.

Face it: Fewer things feel as good as a really great face mask. I love charcoal in particular lately and always feel refreshed and restored and ready to ‘face’ another day. See what I did t…

Roni ate a crayon

The middle part. Perhaps like real food, is this the juiciest part? I don’t know why or what got into her but she not usually isn’t a newer or eater of non edible items. My girl is sophisticated; enjoys edamame with a little sea salt, broiled chicken, and sweet potato dog cookies, she’s not some gremlin with an anything goes pallet.

The number one thing that has changed with Roni since Pepper went to sleep would be her appetite. She eats, yes, but she’s veryyyyy particular. She won’t eat just to eat anymore. Like dogs do, she was always quick to scarf down food or treats because she worried Pepper would beat her to it. She be little but she is fierce when it comes to her grub.

                            Roni, girl!  You don't need to eat crayons! I'll meal prep for you, too!

Anyhow, we don’t love her new decision making abilities and would love it if she did not do such a mongrel thing to do. My little angel baby, love colorfully in a better way.

Simple blessings

I’m lying in bed, next to a snoring husband and my baby girl dogter sprawled out cozy as can be, while the rain falls down upon our roof. Gone are the days of spending a Saturday night downtown at a club, throwing beers back in a honky think, or galavanting around to anywhere with the lights on.

And I’m not mad about it. Not even a little bit. There is tilt no place I’d rather be than with hunter, Roni and our comfy sweet little home happily netflixing and writing this here post. It’s a good feeling indeed.

I count my blessings extra on nights like this and say a few additional prayers for love and comfort to continue on. I truly don’t ask for more than health, happiness, and love. Anything else is gravy.

To simple blessings for all.