Having two big passions in your life being (1) dancing and (2) baking / cooking / eating / inhaling food is such an inconvenient contradiction, isn't it? One (most unfortunately) demands a sylphlike physique, the other endeavors to make me jolly and plump.
I guess the solution is to develop a third hobby to help offset the ingested calories, something along the lines of ... becoming a gym rat, cross-country sprinter, brisk walker with the cute waggly hips, obsessive Bukit Timah Hill climber ... something like that. Nah.