I love my sister.
However, she is insane. She sent me this email this morning about a Poledancing class in Philly. Does she not see me on the track? Imagine me rolling around on the pole. After I fell and cracked my butt bone, then what? The Mister would look up from his quest to go to the Super Bowl (otherwise known as Madden ’08) and ask what the bloop bloop I was doing.
Other ingenious ways my sister and I have tried to get in shape:
With the belly twins, Neena and Veena, we shimmied and shook our ways to slimmer hips and svelte bellies. This not only slimmed me down, but I was on my way to Milf status. Damn you, Gordon Ramsey!
The S Factor.
Another stripper work out. This was a Hollywood actress who claimed to have a stripper pole in her husband’s office.
I went with a girlfriend and we spent an hour sweating over empty chairs. Two good songs to practice this workout are Tell Me Something Good and Conceited.
::(Memo to self, ponder if sister and I were dancer’s in another life)::
This is a workout that combines stripper moves with basic Pilate moves.
Laila Ali’s Boxing Workout
Sugar Ray is also touted as an instructor, but I think he took one too many blows to the head. I can do a mean uppercut.
With two kids I needed to have a quiet, relaxed state of mind. Didn’t happen. Although I am able to do a split and touch my toes without feeling strain. Shiva Rea and Rodney Yee are the best taped instructors.
I have accepted that I am a thirtysomething woman with two kids, one a teen. I still get carded at the clubs and Wawa when I buy cigarettes. So something must have worked.
More to come on the Poledancing class.