Shake Your Booty

I'm thinking about exercising--- note: I'm just thinking about it.  There's a big difference between thinking and doing.  I've read all about "seeing in your mind's eye" type of philosophy.  Yeah, right!  I imagine myself floating through the air like a Dancing with the Stars dancer...which reminds me- I recall my ballet days as a child.  I HATED those humongous mirrors.  What I was seeing in the mirror was not what I was imagining I looked like.  Think bull in a china closet... a flat-footed bull.  I do like yoga but I'm not disciplined right now to keep at it.  Yesterday I started singing "Shake your Booty" but the reality is my song should be "Watch it wiggle; see it jiggle."  Why do I fight exercise tooth and nail?  I feel better after a walk or 30 minutes on the stationary bike but to get myself  "in the groove" is just too much for this strawberry.  I think I have to make time.  No more excuses.  No more whining about it.  No more, ahem, typing about it.   So I'm off, dear grainiacs, to work up a schedule for my exercising gig.  Ooh, I have an idea: I'll start with my brain; it needs exercising.  I have a great Sudoku book; it's right next to my coloring books.  I'm imagining great things!!!