Hula Hooping

Inspired by a performer, toned yet feminine, who belly danced, snake charmed, and hooped at an event, I decided to add hula hooping to my exercise routine comprised of yoga, walking, and dancing.  I tested the options at the sporting goods store and purchased a slightly weighted hula hoop.

I thought hula hooping, like bike riding, would come right back to me.  My choppy, sloppy moves cracked me up so hard my belly shook.  I must've burned up hundreds of calories.  But I don’t count calories.  My gauge is what I see in the mirror and how my clothes fit.

Following instructions from a YouTube video, I stood before a mirror and looked like a comedy act.  By watching another option, a little girl displayed ease and a fun spirit.  My inner child clicked in, and I got my groove back. 

One week in and I can hoop in one direction for an entire song, switch sides, and explore new moves.  Baby steps.

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