Death to the spooge!

This weekend I recovered from a cold and waged war on the spooge of fat around my middle. It's really getting arrogant. It's all, "I make your jeans not fit, and I jiggle a lot all the time, bleaaaargh."
So I took a belly dancing class at the Y (it was gay) yesterday, and a Tai Box class today (it was hard.)
This morning I was 163, so even with not working out this week, I did ok.