My dancing shoes are getting quite the workout.

I agreed to be part of a charity event called “Dancing Like The Stars,” and it’s next week. However, a more-appropriate title would have been “Falling like the Stars,” because chances are high that I’ll be doing a faceplant. Yet, I’m having a blast, and it’s quite the workout.

Cross your fingers.

At any rate, my instructor has been super nice, super patient, and just plain super. He’s listened to me rant about bad days, and he also doesn’t let me off the hook on the tough moves. And my posture could use some work, if you asked Mike.

Here’s a photo from our last rehearsal. Got my outfit in the mail this week. Let’s just say I’ll be purchasing some double-sided tape.

And eating less.