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  • Gail Ballin

Wobble Baby!



A few weeks ago, we celebrated the Bat Mitzvah of a dear friends daughter. It had been several years since I had been to one of these events and they are always a great time. If you’ve never been to one, it’s a lot of fun. There is a religious service in the morning and then, in the evening, the family and their friends usually attend a reception to celebrate. I’ve been to several and each reception is different - they usually reflect the personality and lifestyle of the child and their family.

A few funny things happened that day that I wanted to share.

After the religious service on Saturday, there was a luncheon. There was a ton of food including bagels - which was one of my favorites back in the day. As a matter of fact, when I was overweight, my go-to breakfast most mornings was a toasted open-faced everything bagel slathered with cream cheese (usually a low-fat flavored variety like chive or veggie) with a slice of American cheese on each half. I would enjoy this with large glass of orange juice and usually have small bag of mini-muffins or maybe a fruit for dessert. I still remember enjoying the consistency of the crunchy bagel against the creamy cheese!

Here’s the strange, weird, wondrous thing - I scooped my bagel, put some cream cheese on it with a tomato and when I bit into it, it was absolutely UNAPPEALING. It tasted like cardboard to me. I hadn’t eaten a bagel since we were in New York City back in December and when given the opportunity, I totally opted out. I put down the bagel and focused on my salad instead.

At first, I sort of panicked - internally, of course. This isn’t something that I would share at the lunch table. However, I wondered if something was wrong with my taste buds. I considered the possibility that I had burned my tongue on some coffee earlier that morning, but I didn’t drink anything. My mind went through every possible scenario, but in the end, the only logical explanation is that I weaned myself off of bagels and they weren’t appealing anymore. That thought made me smile. I wondered whether I could actually do the same thing with sweets - given that they are my achilles heel. I decided that it was an experiment worth trying at a future time.

The reception that evening was so much fun!

It had been quite some time since we’d seen many of our friends and it was wonderful catching up. The DJ was fabulous and I love to dance! I spent most of the evening on the dance floor with my girlfriends, imagining myself looking like JoLo, when in reality I likely looked like Elaine Benes from Seinfeld. But that was irrelevant. I had a fabulous time!

“The Wobble” is always one of the highlights for these parties. It’s a line dance and if you’re not familiar with it, then you are totally missing out. There are a ton of instructional video’s on YouTube. I highly recommend you checking them out.

When we heard the Wobble beat blast from the speakers, we all rushed into position like kids rushing to the ice cream truck - but then we stood there looking at each other trying to remember what to do. Clearly, it has been some time for all of us and we laughed at ourselves as we tried to copy the teenagers, but we couldn’t get it right. It was truly a Golden Girls moment. We did the best we could, but in the end, we failed miserably.

It was tough for me to get past that, so towards the end of the evening, I asked my friend, the mom of the Bat Mitzvah girl, if we could have a redeeming Wobble - and she requested that it be played again. She made it into a contest - old folks vs. teenagers. The beat drummed through the speakers and the energy rolled through the room. We Wobbled our little hearts out and in the end, while a winner was never officially announced, I know we totally nailed it.

I don’t remember ever laughing that hard or wiggling my hips that much. It was an incredible time and I paid for it on Sunday when I couldn’t move. No matter how much I exercise - my body was not prepared for that.

But it was worth it.

Bee healthy. Bee happy.


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