Why the Mantis Shrimp is my new Favourite Animal. From The Oatmeal. 🌈 🌈 🌈
Veggie lasagne. First ever attempt. Found out I really like taking pics of colourful veg.
Result: well rounded.
Improvements: Part cook lasagne sheets next time. Perhaps a few less sheets too. More veg and definitely more bechemal. There’s never enough bechemal is there?!
Day 8. The music made me turn into a cheeky little gremlin today. I got practical during this sesh. I hoovered (left handed for a change), shimmied and pumped. I wasn’t afraid to dance in front of the window as I flew by with the Gtec. Somehow with a pole in my hand I could dance anywhere and not feel weird or conspicuous to our neighbours opposite. I finally felt cool. Like Melanie Griffiths in Working girl but with clothes on.
I danced for so long I ended up dancing through dinner and made my first ever veggie lasagne whilst shaking my booty to this. I also munched a load of energy bars. I love eating when I’ve worked out. My body knows it needs fuel. Unlike eating because of boredom. I used to do that a lot.
Feeling fit. Enjoying exploring herbal teas since stopped tea and coffee. Every cup is a little miracle. So much goodness and healing for the body.
Day 7. My strongest work out. I peeled off another layer in today’s dance. I scraped something from my muscles. Cobwebs. Old habits. The sleepy bits. I went into the unused quarters. And luckily was welcomed in.
The music pounded. I couldn’t stop moving. My heart raced. I can be unsteady. I prefer being graceful. Today I felt perfect. And balanced.
I kicked out. Over and over. Like some kind of showgirl and felt electricity all the way down to my toes. The beat drove on. Kept me going. Moved me faster. More in tune. On and on.
Then some kind of magic awoke. All the muscle connections in my legs between my feet up to my hips felt different. They pulsed. They felt familiar when usually they feel asleep. They made me dance in a different way. From my hips, my core rather than my feet where I usually place all my attention. My core leads. That’s a big deal. I’ve realised it’s usually my right foot leading with no thought of my core at all. Hmmmmm. My core is sending me clues. Brill. Hello core. Stay with me.
I did lots of wiggling. Hip wiggling is my new best friend. Do it for a few mins and it feels amazing. It’s all about the music to lock into. Then I literally can’t stop. I’m grateful for the few belly dance lessons I had. Useful now. This wiggling business makes me feel cleansed. And all I’m doing is shaking my body. Cool.
Dance (to the right music) puts life back in my limbs. It’s such a strong physical connection. Another kind of music can completely bum me out and I can’t dance. But the right music at the right time can send me spiralling out into a fitness journey with no idea where I’ll end up at the end of a session. In today’s I learnt I can kind of can-can. 😄 And that my core is a good thing to get stronger.
Thank you dance. Thank you Charlotte de Witt set. You’re really rocking my boat at the moment. 💃.
Every day. My own personal club. My own personal rave. The wooden floor. The kitchen. Be there.
Day 6. I’m shifting in and out of headaches and wooziness, possibly from caffeine withdrawal. Or maybe from the detox tea. Or maybe from the homemade scones I baked this morn. Or maybe just from life : ) My body feels like it’s processing a few things today. I’m just watching and waiting for sensations (and pains) to past.
After some easy light-footed dance steps, in a black hoody and black trousers looking like some kind of ninja, (this set really was incredible) I had to lay down. It felt like I needed to stretch more today. Really stretch. Deep down all the way into my sides. And sinews. And fascia. Big stretches. My own kind of yoga. Stretching wherever was needed. Like a long, dexterous cat.
Then I did a constructive rest. It was magical. The world stops. All the fidgeting stops. Every last fidget. A fidget at a time. I’m so fidgety! And all that’s left is a comfy, elongated mass of muscle and bone. Calmness. Tranquility. And a breathe that rises and falls. Everything else is relaxed. Stretching, resting, forgetting about everything. Flying away. For fifteen minutes. I still had stomping ethereal techno on. That kept me energised. And I went on a journey. Into myself. It’s always a fascinating experience.
36: I’m feeling happy and nourished these days and making the most of this introverted time. This episode is all about what I’m doing to help myself get strong and fit and feel enriched by life. I also talk about Day 5 of my dance challenge and some interesting discoveries.
‘Celebrating the innocence and the love, the joy, the magic, the laughter, the giggles. That’s what my life is all about. That’s where I want to be’
Day 4. Lying with my head on a book is one of my fav things to do after a dance. The lumber feels supported, the neck too. I spend 15 mins like it and try to let go. And sink. Truly relaxing is the aim. I did lots of kegals too. I like kegals!
Day 3. A beautiful sesh where I slayed my lazy lizard multiple times.
When I danced I went for it. I could feel my heart beating beautifully. I imagined how shocked/curious my ancestors would be if they heard the music I was listening to.
I just love an uplifting trance track.
Day 2. I picked up the weights today. Dancing with weights felt good. Gonna get some wrist weights as I’ve realised just how much my fingers want to be free to dance to their own beat.
A song to knock your socks off.
All part of the same fab album.
I danced properly for the first time in a while today. I had me a nice trance sesh, in the kitchen, on the shiny wooden floor. It felt like smooth ice. A pleasure to move across. You know how I enjoy a good dance floor.
I’m always happy to come back to my trance roots. There’s something about the genre which makes me so smiley and ecstatic. And, oh wow, I found some crackers.
I felt a bit low at first, thinking how I wouldn’t be able to go out dancing for months now, if not longer. There’s something about dancing in a crowd that I just adore. But then I realised and remembered I can be the most free and loose in my own sweet space. I can express and fly and whizz and jive to my own rhythms, privately. Well as privately as I can get in the middle of the city.
Sometimes in a club space I’m all squished in so feel inhibited with my arm movements or the floor is sticky so I can’t glide and slide, or I’m getting bumped around, or drunk people decide to stand right in front of me and start talking together (and it’s even worse when someone farts…sorry).
So I feel gratitude for having such a wonderful dance space right here, right now. At home. Alone. I can whizz and skid across the floor. I can zoom and leap between the rooms. I feel safe and experimental. I can wave my arms around as much as I want and not poke anyone in the eye. I can stop and do a downward dog without the fear of my bum getting pinched. Without the annoyance of treading on broken glass. I’d forgotten all that comes with the freedom of dancing at home. Now it’s coming back to me.
So I’m challenging myself to 30 days of hourly dance sessions. This is day 1. I want to explore trance again. Intelligent trance. Not the trance where the girl singer is wallowing in self pity after her partner’s gone off and left her again (get over it girl). I want to find music to take me on journeys to ethereal places far away. I want to soar like a magical bird. I want the good stuff. Not poppy trance. More serious stuff. And a bit basey and dirty too : ) All while I’m pumping my feet to the beat on the ground (luckily there’s noone living below me right now ha!). I want to get graceful. And sweaty. I want to bounce and go crazy. I want to feel alive.
I want to reawaken my body, add in some weights, activate my situps and remember how to make this body pant. I miss my 5 hour dance nights. Let’s see if I can rekindle the flame again. Day 1. Done. I’ll write down my feelings, experiences and favourite tracks when they come. I had a trippy experience today imagining there was a Devon Rex pixie cat in the flat and they were dancing along with me, causing mischief too. Oh how I’d love a catto dance partner. An imaginary one will have to do.
This photo isn’t from today but I like my new t-shirt so much I wanted to share.
There’s something comforting about going on a walk and seeing endless chalked hearts appearing on the pavement in front of you.
For all you home schoolers out there. How a Labrador mama calms her puppies in 5 secs.
I’ve always loved acers. I never thought on my walks around Glasgow there would be so many to celebrate and admire. They are everywhere. I stroke them as I pass by. They’re soft and delicate to touch and make me very happy. This one was super tall.