I can’t hula hoop – an attempt at some sort of fitness/hobby/getting me off my backside

It’s Saturday night, the feeling’s right, to… hula hoop?

So I recently inherited a hula hoop from my next door neighbour who moved out.  It’s one of those ones that comes apart so it’s totally portable.  I can take it to the beach!  I can take it to the park!  I can take it to school and hula my way to a flat stomach in no time! 

My mind clearly doesn’t know my limitations; neither hula, nor hoop, are common words in my vocabulary.  Neither is fitness or workout.  Or flat stomach.

After watching a couple of instructional videos on YouTube (where the super fit girls make it look effortless) I decided to try and have a mini workout – a twenty minute mess about to try and nail the beginner move of the rotate.

I understand the steps.  Watch any How to hula hoop video on YouTube and you will hear them shrieked at you in a nasal Californian accent;

Wind it up…  Push…  Rock back and forward…  Use your feet… Rock… That’s it…  You got it girl…  YEAH!

NO.  Just no.  Twenty minuutes of pathetic thrusting later and I have mastered the shimmy the hoop down the body to the floor move.  And what exactly am I supposed to do with my arms?  They just kind of hang around looking awkward.

I was originally videoing myself so I could have both a timer and I could make sure that my posture was OK.  But after a while I realised that this could be real quality footage just perfect for the blog.  Or I am just such a show off that I even take pleasure in showing off what I can’t do.