Well, I blogged yesterday about getting older and wiser about fitness, but necessarily lighter. Well, last night, after a great (and, according to my kids, mandatory!) birthday celebration, I felt a little......blah. Really--I only got a 5 pound weight loss last year after everything that I had tried (a walking half-marathon with a group, joining a gym, blogging....)?
The thought was very demotivating. :(. I mean, double :(.
But then, I walked into my gym's bollywood class today. Being the first class of the new year, there were a number of new ladies in the class, which brought back memories of what it felt like for me when I was new (about 3 months ago). I knew absolutely no-one. I felt out of place because I was wearing a hastily put-together outfit of an old running t-shirt and sweats. My core was so shot that I looked like a bad-postured-droopy mess in the mirror. I bumbled through half the steps, sometimes going the wrong way and bumping into the poor schmuckette who was beside me. (Digression: Yes, I know schmuckette isn't a word, but shouldn't it be????). Well, I stuck it out, and here, 3 months later, I've gotten to know a few people and instructors at the class, got myself better work-out clothes (and am even buying a belly dancing skirt!) feel like I've gotten improved posture because of classes like this one, and (most importantly for the poor schmuckette,) I can follow the routines more comfortably than before.
So, progress was made after all.
Take THAT, weighing scale. :P
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