I have been on an exercising kick lately.
And you would think that would mean I’m literally melting off the pounds…
Well no, not exactly. I feel hungrier than a linebacker on their way to the Super Bowl as a side effect.
But that is not what I want to focus on here. This is where I admit I had a soda and a hostess cupcake for lunch, but seriously all the sugar that’s been around me I feel like it is literally in the air whispering my name… and who am I to deny how much sugar wants to be eaten?
I will certainly not be the girl who denies sugar.
Oh wait- – –
I was talking about my attempts of being more active.
I, as you all know, am not athletic.
Like basically any sport you can think of that has coordination as a part of it… is something I simply will not be good at. Just ask all the guys who have tried to teach me to golf, or play basketball. At least they have fun admitting I will never learn, but am a tenacious trier.
One thing I have discovered that I’m not so bad at is… dance. On my quest of exercise I’ve been spending a lot of my non-studying time in the world of belly-dance. It’s an amazing art form. So much hip shaking and sparkles. And when I’m not reading about sustainable this and that’s for the test I have in a month… I’ve been dancing. (This is actually why I’ve had very little doodles to share, sorry about that Internet.)
On Friday there was a performance with some of the girls I dance with. It was so fun and sparkly and beautiful. It was my first belly-dancing event and I even left the show so swathed in the scent of incense that I thought the Pope was going to bless people with me.
I was inspired to actually doodle some business, and rather than focusing on how I smelled like a Palm Sunday mass… I thought of a simple fun doodle:
I wish I was dancing right now and not sitting at work…
It’s that time of year when I have very little desire to be here in general. I think it’s because I know that none of these people like each other*… and that I still have 48 hours of vacation that I haven’t taken this year!
I’m going to remedy that next week by running away.
And on vacation I’m going to dance, doodle and very much not work.
*I’m still trying to figure out if this is an exaggeration… But at the very least there are office mean girls (and they are not girls)