What's in a name....

Chunky Salsa?? Why?? Why not!!??

A few years ago I had a revelation (or at least that's what I thought!) and I am forever dedicated to making Chunky Salsa a reality.

Here's the story:

I am always dealing with up and downs with my weight, mostly ups, which is just another thing I have learned to embrace.  At the point in my life that said "revelation" happened, I was looking for a new way for the "downs".  This was about the time that Kirstie Alley was on her Jenny Craig kick, and she was on a talk show talking, imagine that, about how she was losing weight. She said one of the ways that she worked in some activity during her busy days was by cleaning her house in high heels listening to crazy music and throwing in a few dance moves between the dust bunnies and dishes. What a novel idea, right?? My neighbors would never think that I was crazy if "It's Raining Men" or "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" was blaring from my house in the middle of the day, whilst they can see me through my windows doing my best impression of the lawn mower and the sprinkler in a pair of Jimmy Choo knockoffs, while simultaneously folding laundry. No white jacket for me, thank you very much!!!

So, I thought and thought, and thought some more about what I could do with my new found knowledge.  And it hit me!!! I would open a fitness/dance studio and offer classes in different types of dance, yoga, maybe some pilates and we would do it all in high heels....how much fun would that be!!??  But here is my problem, I have never found the skinny girls at the gym anything more than some eye candy for the boys pretending to lift weights. (The skinny girls I refer to so lovingly are the ones that wear full make up, boufant hair, and the shortest booty shorts they could find that morning, complimented by a sports bra....and huge hoop earrings...you know exactly what I am talking about. While I am on the stairmaster sweating my fat ass off in cut off sweat pants and a hand me down tee shirt from my husband, with what is left from the day's makeup making me look like a stand in in an Alice Cooper music video - this is the type of thing that I DO NOT want to be looking at.) So the studio had to be a "Barbie Free Zone", Skippers only! But how does one accomplish this with out stepping on dainty, little, perfectly painted toes???

It's all in the name girls, all in the name. The name of my studio would be "Chunky Salsa".

One day my dream will come to fruition....one of these days.....