I Danced in My Kitchen Instead of Doing Cardio.

Still Count It.

Last night, I told myself I “should” get in a workout. You know—cardio, squats, something structured and sensible.

But instead? I turned up the music, padded barefoot across the kitchen tiles, and let my hips take over while the pasta water boiled.

Photo by Milo Weiler on Unsplash

It wasn’t cardio. It wasn’t a plan. But my body buzzed, my cheeks flushed, a…