Music Monday: Hips Don't Lie

For the most loyal Roxiticus Desperate Housewives readers, this post may feel like a repeat, as Shakira's Hips Don't Lie has been the theme song for Roxy's back-to-school workout program since early September. However, this is only the second time that I'm participating in the Music Monday Meme, so I hope my new visitors will find the song (and the video) as inspirational as I have.

I'd also like to fill you in on my workout program progress. Back in September, I borrowed a page from Bridget Jones' Diary and started to post updates on my fitness plan. On Pop Tart Friday, September 5th, 2008, I weighed in at 160 pounds (I'm 5'7") with the goal of dropping 25 pounds by losing 1 pound per week until I get back to my "fighting weight" of 135, which I haven't really seen since Rex started cooking for me in 1996.

In the early going and through the month of September, I worked out, using my iTunes Genius playlists, about 5 days each week on the elliptical trainer, dropping 1 to 2 pounds per week until we went away for a long Columbus Day weekend in Duck, North Carolina. The dismal economy destroyed my appetite and my will to work out during the month of October, and despite the lack of exercise I dropped another 10 pounds to weigh in at 145 on Pop Tart Friday, November 14th. With a boost from my good friend Lynette last Thursday, I broke out of my funk and decided to get back on the elliptical trainer and kick-start my fitness program on Friday and Saturday. No matter how I got there, working out 15 pounds lighter and seeing my new self in the mirror provided an incredible motivation to KEEP IT UP! It felt so good as I worked out to my hip-hop playlist that I could feel it in my hips....Roxy's Got Her Groove Back! As Shakira says, Hips Don't Lie!



Ladies up in here tonight
No fighting, no fighting
We got the refugees up in here
No fighting, no fighting

Shakira, Shakira

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish,
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

And I'm on tonight
You know my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
All the attraction, the tension
Don't you see baby, this is perfection

Hey Girl, I can see your body moving
And it's driving me crazy
And I didn't have the slightest idea
Until I saw you dancing

And when you walk up on the dance floor
Nobody cannot ignore the way you move
your body, girl
And everything so unexpected - the way
you right and left it
So you can keep on shaking it

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

And I'm on tonight
You know my hips don't lie
And I am starting to feel you boy
Come on let's go, real slow
Don't you see baby asi es perfecto

Oh I know I am on tonight my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
All the attraction, the tension
Don't you see baby, this is perfection
Shakira, Shakira

Oh boy, I can see your body moving
Half animal, half man
I don't, don't really know what I'm doing
But you seem to have a plan
My will and self restraint
Have come to fail now, fail now
See, I am doing what I can, but I can't so
you know
That's a bit too hard to explain

Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de dia
Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de dia

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You know you got me hypnotized
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

Señorita, feel the conga, let me see you
move like you come from Colombia

Mira en Barranquilla se baila asi, say it!
Mira en Barranquilla se baila asi

Yeah
She's so sexy every man's fantasy
a refugee like me back with the Fugees
from a 3rd world country
I go back like when 'pac carried crates for
Humpty Humpty
I need a whole club dizzy
Why the CIA wanna watch us?
Colombians and Haitians
I ain't guilty, it's a musical transaction
No more we do snatch ropes
Refugees run the seas 'cause we own our
own boats

I'm on tonight, my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel you boy
Come on let's go, real slow
Baby, like this is perfecto

Oh, you know I'm on tonight and my
hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
The attraction, the tension
Baby, like this is perfection

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