No, I didn't lose the 10 kilos with a ball

This past weekend I went dancing at the discos.  I did a little dance on Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday night.  I contemplated going Sunday night but was a little too tired even for myself.  And yes, apparently my weekend starts on Wednesday.  Friday I passed out cold while attempting to take a 30 minute siesta at 10:30 pm only to wake up at 3:30 am.  Apparently I didn’t get any sleep after dancing til 5am on Thursday night. JEJEJE/WOOPS.  Ok, so, clearly, I do like to dance, and more recently, it’s been very kind to my physique.  How kind you ask?  This kind:

This dude has lost 10 kilos in 2 months.  That’s approximately 22 pounds.  Oh no, he didn’t.  It’s been great, I have gained more friends and people now like me for the real me.  It’s cool because now I don’t have to pay people any pesos to be my friend.  YAY!  (Lolz at myself).

It’s true though.  Well, the kilos part.  When I arrived in Mexico back on May 17th, I weighed, ok, I’ll admit the weight: 200 lbs.  I don’t joke with this one. And no, I didn’t lose it from the swine flu.  In fact, there were absolutely no swine flu cases in the entire state that I moved to.  Ok, maybe two cases, but I’m pretty sure they’re alive– and they might even be dancing

Also, prior to my big move to the south, I had spent some coin at the Nordstrom Rack in Towson, MD to buy some cheap ‘wearables’ to my new home.  You know, a new pair of jeans, two pairs of shorts and some sneaker/sandals that you can wear in the pouring rain (similar to those ‘shoes’ that most of my lesbian friends wear).  I felt that the former were necessary to look hip and to be comfortable in a beach setting and I knew that the latter would be important for the rainy season that is now ever so slightly upon us.

The only prob was that the hip jeans I purchased from the Rack were great at the time.  BUT they were the only jeans I could fit in with an unfortunate waist size of THIRTYFRIKKINSIX.  That’s a 36.  I’ve always been happy being a thirty-four.  sadface.

But now that I dance anywhere from 2 to 3 to 4 to 5 to 6 to 7 to 8 hours (per) weekend-night, (remember, this includes Wednesday and Thursday), that the benefits not only yield a happy boy but a slim boy at that!  Thus, I have lost 10 kilos, approximately 22 lbs, and AT LEAST two and a half waist sizes.

What fun it is to live in Mexico indeed.  Instead of dying or catching a “do you cough, do you cold?” from the swine flu, instead, I changed my life around and lost 22 lbs doing it.  Oh, and did I mention that I live in Paradise?

Now if only I could get that pesky mustached taxi driver man to leave my white french poodle and I alone :-/   zomg