Consumed by dance. Last night I was tossing and turning dreaming about it and I had to get up and do a rhumba box step to convince myself that I hadn't forgotten the cuban motion.

Yes, yes, I do still do my other work. But who knows when I'll be able to give this much time to something as light hearted and yet demanding like dancing? I feel in good shape because of it, my muscles are happy and toned. I have a nice neat little sixpack and my feet bend to 120 degrees (my actual foot, between heel and the base of my toes from the usual 180 degree line). Little wonder. I'm going to miss this happy lithe me. Not that I won't be happy but without dancing I doubt I'll still be as disciplined. There's always the gym but I find them boring. There's always dieting but I love food. Sigh