Day 2: My hips don't lie...

Because they don't exist.

We'll get to that later.

Today was certainly not a shining day on my record of self-care. All those failings I mentioned on day 1, well, I kept at them. Whatever happened to the designated worry time? It has yet to exist. I thought exercise was supposed to make you sleep better; evidently I'm immune to that. I also learned that I keep forgetting to drink water. Note to self: water is important.

Actual footage of me at 10 pm trying to make up for my mistake of drinking only one glass of water all day. Oopsies. 

While I was planning to write more about the angst of the day (see above) and the fact that "the virus which shall not be named" is moving closer and closer, I decided instead to dedicate this post to the hilarity that was my workout today. At 10 pm I realized I hadn't moved a muscle all day (eek) and decided I needed a fun pick-me-up:

20 minute dance workout?

I searched away and clicked on the first one that came up. My mistake. Not only do I think I pulled multiple muscles trying to move my legs like these instructors (like, what?) I also sincerely have to apologize to my roommate downstairs who probably thought I had kidnapped a herd of uncoordinated elephants as part of my pandemic preparations. Oopsies. Again.

This body is not meant to salsa / whatever else she tried to get me to do in that video. There were many a times I wanted to give up but instead I just continued to look like our pal DJ Khaled here. Scratch that: his footwork is sublime compared to mine.

Lesson learned.

Until tomorrow friends, until tomorrow.