Exercise used to be a dirty word for me. I hated it. I hated to sweat. I hated to be sore. I hated everything about the idea of purposely putting yourself through that.
Then I started losing weight. Then I plateaued. Then I discovered Zumba and Hip Hop Abs. Then I started to actually enjoy exercise. Well, not all exercise. Just those two. But I find myself actually looking forward to Thursday nights and Saturday mornings, when my classes meet. I even go when I don’t really feel like going (because, deep down, I really want to go).
Last weekend, I wasn’t able to go to the Saturday class due to being out of town, and I definitely missed it. So I was determined not to miss again if I could help it. This past week, though, I have been fighting a bad sinus infection, which has left me somewhat sleep deprived. I have also been really busy at work, bowling practice has started up, and Thursday (when I only took a small sandwich and a handful of grapes for lunch), I was exhausted and hungry when I was driving from the bowling alley to the community center where Zumba is held. It would have been so easy to make a quick turn and just head home instead. I thought about it. But then I thought about how much better I would feel about myself if I pushed through and went to class. So I went. And I was glad I did.
This morning, I was still tired when I got up to feed the menagerie (our dogs and cats can’t seem to understand the concept of the weekend being for sleeping in). I did actually go back to sleep for a while. When I woke up at 8:30, it was tempting to close my eyes again, but then I would have missed Zumba. So I didn’t – I got up, got dressed, and got my butt there on time.
I haven’t been giving it my all these past 2 classes – my body just won’t respond right now – but I am still proud of myself for being there at all. And I know it is helping – at my weigh in this week, I had my lowest “official” weight so far. I am now down 48.4 pounds since January. Although my home scale did (for a couple of days) show me at -50, officially, I’m not there yet. (When I weigh myself at home, I am usually just about to get in the shower… at the WW meeting, I have clothes and shoes on!) I am quickly running out of clothes again – time to purge the closet and make a run to the thrift store for another size change.
When I hit the next milestone, you’ll know… you’ll probably hear the cheer wherever you are!