Want to go again!

Another amazing ballet class has gone by.. and sigh I am missing it already.
You know you've had a great class when you wish you could do it all over again...and everyday!

If only I could win the lottery and take classes all day long!

This ballet lover will sleep soundly dreaming of plies with a big permanent grin.

Leotards are so pretty.....

Shortly after starting my ballet lessons, I purchased 2 ballet leotards online. I stuck with the most basic leotard I could find, with what I hoped would disguise my tummy pouch.

One was called black tank style leotard with princess seams..I mean it works... kinda.

Why is it that that extra cheese sandwich, or 1 extra drink with dinner, always no matter what seems to show up right before dance class, right in the tummy pouch a little extra bloated then usual. Well... as much I wish the princess seams could have helped... it was all down to me and the failed attempt to tighten it up with some extra effort.

Then there was the OTHER black leotard...again promising to camouflage a larger...bulging tummy..... and failing miserably. "Ribbed at the midsection to flatter and fit-enhance" HA!

Sure... enhance and flatter a tummy already flat.

Ah well... as much the pink tights and unflattering leotards are.. they do encourage a healthier lifestyle.... (Must.... shrink.. size... of...belly...bloat...)
And now.. some 7-8lbs lighter (8 on a good day :p) I now have the leotard shopping bug and trying hard not to flip out my debit card at every pretty lil thing I come across.

I really like this one though..... ahh temptations...

Now that the first post is over.....

Alright, now that the very first and awkward blog is out of the way.

I have been taking ballet lessons for approx 3 months. I absolutely love ballet.
My passion for ballet seemed to appear almost from nowhere one day, I always appreciated the idea of ballet, and admired the strength and flexibility of all those incredible dancer's but as I aged it was a world beyond my grasp.
Out of nowhere the realization that dance is available to people of ALL ages, opened my eyes and mind to the possibility that I (a very out of shape women close to her 30's) could possibly take lessons. Well, after another 1-2 years of fighting with insecurities, money problems, and feelings of selfishness (why are women conditioned to give all to others and save nothing for themselves?) I finally reached a point in my life, where if I was going to do SOMETHING, now is the time, because I had ENOUGH of regret.

Two weeks or so later, I enrolled in my very first ballet lesson, and I've been hooked ever since. Ballet is life changing. It gives you something to strive for, an excuse to work hard, and push your body farther then you might normally would, and the reward is beyond explanation.

A Blog, really?

A Blog...really?

I know right? I', kinda asking myself that... why a blog? Why now? Seriously, doesn anyone really... REALLY... read blogs anymore? It's all about texting and tweeting, how out of the loop is blogging these days anyways.

Well.... now after more then three months of obsession with ballet, I've discovered how incredible blogging really is. When you are as obsessed with ballet as I have discovered myself to be...It's incredibly useful to resort to blogs after you've already devoured everything else possible from numerous ballet related searches.

In the beginning...
Boyfriend Says 'with a backward glance in my direction' : Whatcha reading?
Me: Ballet stuff...
Boyfriend replies: ahhh

fast forward a month later...
Boyfriend lazily questions while pausing from his game :Whatcha doing? (aka whatcha reading, anything interesting? ie: you've been so quiet....)
Me: Really? you have to ask?
Boyfriend: More ballet?!!!

Fast forward 2 months later...

Boyfriend sighs at me at I stare transfixed at my laptop screen...."...ballet...."
Me:... mmhmm.....

If ballet was a drug, I am addict. The fascinating part is no matter how much I seem to read.. or re-read about ballet (technique especially) I can never get enough, and every once in awhile things I re-read suddenly make sense.

The Ballet obsessed, we are a strange and loyal breed.