It was just before New Year's Eve 2009.
I was newly banded for about two months.
And I received an email from a friend (also recently banded, whom I had met at Support Group). We shall call her "Candy." 'Cuz food names are my fave.
Candy's email was all about this new exercise craze that she wanted to try: ZUMBA.
Candy wanted me to sign up for a Zumba six-week session of classes that began in January. She wanted me to go with her.
The classes began in just a few weeks! Gasp!
WTF.
Seriously?
Me?!
Exercise?
Sweat was no fun.
Being out of breath was even less fun.
I was about 210 lbs at the time.
And I had seen those Zumba commercials on TV.
Those Zumba people were skinny.
And healthy.
And had abs of steal.
That just wasn't me.
I was a couch-sitter.
TV watching was my exercise.
But with Candy's persistent emails and convincing, I signed up for that Zumba class.
On the first day of Zumba class I walked in the door in my baggy sweatpants and big t-shirt.
I hid in the back of the room.
Hopefully no one would see me struggle.
Hopefully no one else would see how afraid I was of failing at this thing called "exercise."
And guess what?
Candy was a no show.
Yikes.
All alone in a room full of strangers.
I thought about walking out that door...many times.
But I stuck with it.
The whole hour of class.
Yes, I was sweaty.
Yes, I was out of breath.
And yes, I hurt in places that I didn't know that my body could hurt.
But I finished that Zumba class.
And guess what?
I had an AMAZING and FUN time.
Shaking my booty.
Dancin'.
Jumpin'.
And that was the moment.
That light bulb moment.
The moment that I realized that exercise isn't that bad.
And that exercise could actually be FUN.
I continued to go to Zumba class and finish out that six week session.
And then I signed up for more classes.
And more classes.
Over the following year, I lost 70 lbs doing Zumba.
Who knew that exercise can actually be fun?
All that I had to do was stop being afraid...
I was newly banded for about two months.
And I received an email from a friend (also recently banded, whom I had met at Support Group). We shall call her "Candy." 'Cuz food names are my fave.
Candy's email was all about this new exercise craze that she wanted to try: ZUMBA.
Candy wanted me to sign up for a Zumba six-week session of classes that began in January. She wanted me to go with her.
The classes began in just a few weeks! Gasp!
WTF.
Seriously?
Me?!
Exercise?
Sweat was no fun.
Being out of breath was even less fun.
I was about 210 lbs at the time.
And I had seen those Zumba commercials on TV.
Those Zumba people were skinny.
And healthy.
And had abs of steal.
That just wasn't me.
I was a couch-sitter.
TV watching was my exercise.
But with Candy's persistent emails and convincing, I signed up for that Zumba class.
On the first day of Zumba class I walked in the door in my baggy sweatpants and big t-shirt.
I hid in the back of the room.
Hopefully no one would see me struggle.
Hopefully no one else would see how afraid I was of failing at this thing called "exercise."
And guess what?
Candy was a no show.
Yikes.
All alone in a room full of strangers.
I thought about walking out that door...many times.
But I stuck with it.
The whole hour of class.
Yes, I was sweaty.
Yes, I was out of breath.
And yes, I hurt in places that I didn't know that my body could hurt.
But I finished that Zumba class.
And guess what?
I had an AMAZING and FUN time.
Shaking my booty.
Dancin'.
Jumpin'.
And that was the moment.
That light bulb moment.
The moment that I realized that exercise isn't that bad.
And that exercise could actually be FUN.
I continued to go to Zumba class and finish out that six week session.
And then I signed up for more classes.
And more classes.
Over the following year, I lost 70 lbs doing Zumba.
Who knew that exercise can actually be fun?
All that I had to do was stop being afraid...
Rockin' those Zumba Toning Sticks! |