I went to my first Argentinian tango class tonight. I have gotten used to moving my hips as I dance. Not something that you do in tango. On the other hand, I have been told that I have a very strong lead, so that is something. And this should be really good for my posture. I need to stand up straight in tango. I have a tendency to slouch and hide the fact that I am pretty tall.
I hope to get back into salsa dancing soon. While I am getting back to normal, maybe I shall start cooking again in the near future. Since getting back here, I have not been able to motivate myself to make anything more complicated than quesadillas. I have been going to La Michoacana on Morse Road a lot lately and picking up ingredients. This morning I had rice with some agave nectar and mangoes that I grabbed there. Mmm, mangoes. Now I am in the mood for a good mango lhassi … and a plateful of jambalaya enchiladas. Now, if only I could get someone else to cook them for me since I still have very little desire to do that myself …
Yes, I have been eating. Just not cooking. My diet is absolutely not the reason that I have lost around fifteen pounds. My theory? It’s a tapeworm. An alien zombie tapeworm that is taking over my mind and which is slowly turning me into a member of the anorexic undead.
Hopefully the tapeworm has rhythm because I want to go out this weekend.