Project Green Thumbs: Aerobic gardening dos and don'ts

I know that under normal circumstances, most folks wouldn't accuse gardening of being an aerobic activity. Tilling and raking and shoveling, perhaps, but generally speaking, gardening is a low-key adventure and not terribly conducive to the calorie burning I require for Project Fit-in-My-Pants-Again. Ah hem.

My first attempt at Spring onions. Even teeny tiny like this, they emit a pungent aroma.

So as I kicked off Project Green Thumbs this year, I added an ipod to the mix and tried that trick that savvy exercisers use: sneaking in extra movement. Normally this amounts to taking the stairs instead of the elevator or parking in the furthest parking spot available. For me, it meant dancing. Yes, dancing. In the garden. Like a lunatic. Stay with me.

TOMATOES!!!!!!! (Yes, I literally squealed out loud when I noticed them a couple days ago.)

As I re-tilled the garden box and planted seeds and raked and mixed soil, I boogied. I worked on my club* dancing/booty shaking while raking weeds. I did a few leaps and turns between wheel-barrow trips. I perfected the Seed Planting Shimmy. And no, I'm really not joking.

Tired of the brown weed motif in the Back 40, I felt compelled to introduce some color.

The aerobic gardening was all well and good whilst working in the backyard. As you see here, it's a desolate place, filled with weeds and critters and now blessedly, flowers. But otherwise, I was quite alone in my (probably horrific) dance attacks.

It's hard to look at these flowers without smiling.

So as I moved into the front yard to revitalize our planter beds (see here for that project), I quite forgot about the possibility of witnessess.

So I come from the Disney School of Flower Planting--brightly colored, highly organized.

I worked with my back facing the street--shoveling soil, pulling weeds, planting shrubs--all the while grooving, as much as one can with a shovel and spade in hand anyway. It wasn't until I noticed my neighbors lingering outside that I realized I had an audience. Again, not kidding.

Fingers crossed that I remember to water everything.

Of course, the mortification continues as not only did I lose myself in the reverie of aerobic dance gardening in PUBLIC, I also--just a couple times--found myself singing along to the ipod tunes. As you may recall, I'm completely tone deaf. I've joked often that I'd rather walk down the street completely naked than sing in public, and here I was belting out Gwen Stefani and Fergie and other songs from my gym mix. Fantastic. At least my neighbors know who they're dealing with now!