Riot and Frolic

I am not fat.

Which is not to say I'm skinny.

Which means I'm fat by professional ballroom dancing standards.

On one hand, ballroom dancing is a bomb profession: I meet lots of cool people, I share my love of dancing, I perform on a regular basis, I travel.  There's music, joy, and dancing.

On the other hand, dancing as a job totally sucks.  The audiences, judges, and most other competitors want to see a perfect specimen of person out on the floor.  And as much as everyone tries to deny or change the perception of beauty in media and minds everywhere, "perfect" means skinny in the dance world.  "Fit" is a plus, but not necessary in that definition.  

I've bounced around the scale during the extent of my career and discovered I'd probably be very comfortable 10 pounds heavier (hello, Mr. Bread Basket!).  If I go 10 pounds lighter, my family tends to worry (I don't think they really get the "whole dancing thing" still).  

Weight loss = exercise and/or diet, right?  Well, I could run and yoga and dance all day, but exercise ≠ weight loss in this girl's world.  So, dammit, it's onto food…

While I've gone through fits of sugar-free!, caffeine-free!, processed-free!, I settle on a generally healthy menu with a few extra chocolate chips and pieces of bacon in between.  I should be eating way more salads and way less cereal; more grilled chicken and less hamburgers.  Most of the time, I say "SCREW IT!" and eat the pizza.  I understand this might hurt my career at times, especially when I see the waifish, child-free, high metabolism-blessed, and most likely very hard-working babies standing next to me on deck.  I'm slightly comforted by the idea they won't knock me over in a dance collision.  

Slightly.

What's your food weakness?

 One year ago: LLLL, in which I reference Cheers.