So I finally caved in and made my first impulse purchase of 2010 - a hula hoop.
Having once had an incredible core - I figured that I would soon get into the swing of things and be working that hoop like Shakira. Well her hips may not lie - but mines certainly do. I cannot for the life of me get this thing to stay around my waste. Given the vast expanse of fat I have sitting around that area - you think I would have no trouble balancing this little hempisphere on my rather wide galaxy. Alas.... I stood there in my garden with the neighbours suspiciously eyeing me out from the corners of their windows no doubt wondering which circus I was unceremoniously booted out of.
I tried to imagine I was using my hips for ...ahem....something a bit more fun but just as rhythmical - but not even that could help my atrocious hip/balance co-ordination.
After twenty minutes of attempts I gave up - and I convinced myself that since I could keep the hoop afloat on my neck - it was only a matter of time before I remastered the art of shaking my hips.
To make myself feel better I baked a batch of nutella cupcakes and consoled myself with the fact that you cant be an extraordinary baker and shaker in one lifetime....Thats just being greedy!
