I know you don't have the time to do all that jazz but...let me tell you this...you do!
Let me show you how. And here comes the confession.
I am a Sarong Party Mama.
Yeah yeah...those were the younger days but you know what they say, you can take the party out of the mama but you can't take the sarong party out of a mama. They didn't say that? Well, I'll be damned. Someone SHOULD. =)
So, when I am not yoga-ing on my mat and I have dinner to make, I switch to music of choice (for me, it is hip hop music WITHOUT the swear words) and rap myself into my casserole dishes and dance up a mean case of steamed eggs with salted fish. Does it have to be hip hop music? Nah, it doesn't. You can ballet up a chicken rice or jazz your family up with a fantastic case of rendang. Whatever works. I heard some people actually managed to headbang their way into stir-fried vegetable dishes.
Don't laugh. Hahaha...
Can be done. Just tie your hair up or something. Or try not to get too excited when Sweet Child of Mine is playing.
If things are restrictive or gets too dangerous (tap dance is dangerous when you are trying to wash the bathroom and the floor is soapy. Don't try that), strap on some weights.
Ever tried dancing with leg weights and holding onto small little cutesy little pink dumbbells? I have. And damn. If it doesn't hurt and give you a run for your money, I don't know what will.
Try it. Switch the music on and let's get the Sarong Party started! =)
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