- I was late. Big surprise there! The class was at 9, and I can never get to my own Y for the 9 o'clock Zumba class without being 15 minutes late. I don't know what I was thinking would be any different here.
- Bek was totally fascinated by the people working out in the cardio/nautilus room. I couldn't get her to move! She just wanted to sit there, watching the people on the elliptical machines and stuff, all stinkin morning. I had to drag her to childwatch.
- Finally got to class. The instructor, aka my boss, seems like such a sweetie! But her class is a lot different than I am used to. It's still good. It's just very reminiscent of other aerobic classes you've been too. When I'm working out, I want to forget I am working out. I don't want to be reminded by anything that would be at home in a step class or something. Turn up the music, and let me dance. And oh! She was off the music, which bugs meeeeee. But that's just a matter of my own control issues, so we'll let that one slide. ;)
- I finally got warmed up and was getting into it when the childwatch workers brought Bek down. She pooped. Haven't we been through this before? You don't poop when mommy's in Zumba class! I just don't understand these kids, they don't listen. :)
P.S. So far so good on the no-junk-food redux.