A random moment of amusement.
I was standing in the breakfast line-up this morning (a very rare occurrence for me I will admit), waiting patiently for my order, when suddenly I look ‘round and see these two, perfectly proportioned, cocoa-skinned young women standing in line next to me. One of whom proceeds to order one hard-boiled egg, the other one English muffin with peanut butter.
Which makes me look down at my plate of chocolate chip pancakes and bacon with a slight twinge of guilt.
Huston…the Dancers have landed.
A strange breed, Dancers. I should know, I was one for nearly 20 years. A large part of me is one still. They put out more calories in a few hours than most people do in an entire day, and yet they don’t seem to intake nearly enough to maintain such an output… I remember looking at the senior students in my dance studio and wondering what on earth they ate.
That said, I’ve never been a dancer with the capital “D”…I’ve never done the calorie counting, weight-watching, dessert-avoiding regime that I’ve seen so many Dancers do. I’ve never purposely poured iced-tea on my ice cream so that I didn’t eat it (and yes I’ve seen many a Dancer do just that if not worse). Deep down I think always knew my strength was my voice, and for my voice to be healthy I had to be healthy. Back when I was in studio dancing, I remember sitting in the back seat of the car on the way back from class devouring store-prepared hot roast chicken because I was starving, that said, it was also because I had to eat something before heading to piano class…I may have been a wee bit over-involved in lessons as a child. But that’s beside the point. I have got a dancer’s metabolism though, which is why I drop weight so quickly.
At least that’s what I tell myself…so that I can keep enjoying chocolate chip pancakes.
With extra syrup.
So there.