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Tuesday, July 31, 2007

i did it!

I got certified to teach Zumba on Saturday! Uh huh, oh yeah, that's right, I'm hot, you're hot, she's hot...

But oh, what a day. The woman teaching it--her name was Ann--was totally somethin else. She could MOVE and what made it great (for me, at least) is that she's not this tiny little thing either but she's so comfortable in her body that she made everyone want to move! She rocked the place. Cuz, remember, I was so nervous about being the biggest person there, no one wanting a "fat Zumba instructor", blah blah blah? Well, I'm not nervous about that anymore.

The class totally pushed me to the edge. It was great to work with an instructor who has been doing it for so long and who has made her class really hers. She also teaches cardio strip so we did an...interesting...cool down. :) By the end of the class I felt like I was at the very end of my endurance, and I don't ever push myself that much. If my legs and arms and abs and lungs didn't tell me how hard I'd worked, my apetite sure did. If I could have deep-throated my sandwhich just to get it to my stomach faster? I would have.

And oh after the nine-hour thing there, I had to go to work because it was inventory night so I was there until MIDNIGHT but on the good side my managers realized that I can 10-key so for half the night that's what I did. Sat on my butt in the office and keyed inventory totals into the computer. Aaaah it felt SO good to sit. ;)

But the next day? I cried I was so sore! And I had to go to church and work as if I didn't want to just lay in a bucket of ice all day.

Oh and today I went to what was supposed to be Jill's class but Jill's car wouldn't start so Jill's BOSS taught the class and she was saying how she didn't want to be so sweaty because she had to give an interview afterwards and I piped up and said I'd teach it since I just got certified. She said "Oh yeah?" and while she taught most of the class she let me lead one song! The whole class I felt like she was watching me, like I was auditioning for a job or something. So I was really thankful I showed up on time for once. :)

And after the class she said she wanted me to fill out an application at our Y and another nearby Y and she wants me to take a couple of certification classes that are coming up for Group Exercise and Cardio Dance. And oh yeah she said I did a good job and gave me high fives. :)

If it sounds like I'm a little excited and all over the place? It's cuz I am. Excited...and sore.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

The eating. It has to stop.

My Zumba certification class is Saturday (Saturday!!!) and in some seemingly backwards anticipation of it all, I've been eating nonstop for two or three days. The other day? I had FOUR ice cream cones. Seriously. I had one before work, one at break, and TWO on the way home.

I don't know what the hell is wrong with me but it is stopping NOW.

NOWWWWW.

So help me, if I have to start wearing my old fat clothes. I'm kicking my own butt.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

zumba and my booty

My Zumba certification class is in 10 days, and I still haven't registered.

So for the love of all things Zumba and for the reduction of my rear end, go to ebay and bid on all my stuff. You want my stuff, don't you?!! You give me money, I give you my stuff, and I get to register for the certification class I've told everyone I'm taking!! before it sells out.

Last night it was hot as hell out and the studio at the Y has been mad hot so I wore some shorty mcshort shorts to Zumba. Boy was that fun! I was in the front of the class and staring at my pasty thighs the whole time, plus I got to try picking the shorts out of my behind without anyone noticing! Fun!! :)

(Oh, you're sorry you started reading this, aren't you. Sorry. Anything I write after 1am needs to be approached with caution.)

Apparently all my hard work is paying off because an old high school classmate came into the store I work at today and told me he liked my booty. He was quick to assure me he didn't mean anything, me being married and all, y'know. Phew, cuz otherwise we'd'a just got it on right then and there. Mm-hm. But my point is that if that had been not-too-long-ago, he'd'a just been in wonderment at how fat my butt got. :) So, a somewhat backhanded compliment ("Mm, y'got a booty there, now..."), but hey, a compliment nonetheless. ;)

Blogger needs some kind of eye-rolling emoticon. That would come in mighty handy right about now. :)

Friday, July 06, 2007

back to reality

Hey, did I mention I came back from Florida thinner than when I left?

Yeah, that was pretty cool.

For the last few days since we came home I've been trying to replicate whatever it was that I did while we were away. Eat breakfast? Check. Lots of sex (because sex=exercise, people!!)? Check.

Eat only when very hungry? Stop when just satisfied? Drink lots of water?

Um...

OK so I still have some stuff to figure out. And how did the whole drinking large quantities of margaritas fit into it all? Oh, right. That might have been cancelled out by the 3 to 8 hours of walking I did just about every day. You didn't know theme parks were good for the hips, did you?! Well, as long as you stay away from those dang junk food vendors. But the walking--the walking is good.

Unfortunately I'm having trouble getting in the same amount of exercise as I did on vacation (see abovementioned 3 to 8 hours of walking per day). Because I can only take so many minutes on the treadmill or the arc trainer before I'm crying tears of boredom. And oh! I missed Zumba yesterday because they changed the time on me!!! And we won't even talk about the fact that my regular Zumba instructor is on vacation this week and some psycho ex-cheerleader is covering for her. You have never experienced energy levels like this chick's--it is seriously scary. ;)

Well, since getting plenty of sleep is one more part of what I am officially calling the Vacation Diet (check local bookstores for my new diet book--booksigning tour to follow), I'm off to bed. I'm meeting the sister and brother for coffee in the morning. Early in the morning.

Monday, July 02, 2007

How to lose inches off your hips, thighs and waist while on vacation:

  1. Get a room with no fridge. That way, you can't keep any food in your room. So when you want to eat, you have to go out to eat. Since you can't afford to be constantly eating out, you end up eating only when you are absolutely starving.
  2. Visit all the theme parks. Stay all day. Walk all over. Be sure to get there at the busiest time so you have to park really far away and things like parking-to-gate shuttles are all full and you have to walk 5 miles from your car to the gate.
  3. Try new stuff, like climbing at the local rock gym.
  4. Walk through all the funky and/or interesting and/or historical neighborhoods you can find.
  5. Go shopping. Walking around a mall is still walking!
  6. Two things not worth trying: the hotel fitness center and the hotel stairs. The fitness center is hot, smells like sweat, and only has one treadmill that's always busy. The stairs are hot, smell like sweat, and if you come out on the wrong floor you end up out a fire exit and outside. Locked out. Not sayin I did that. Just sayin, there are better ways.

So yeah, I was on vacation in Orlando, Florida all this past week and I lost mad inches. Not sure about the weight--I'll let y'know--but my freakin clothes were all falling off. Good when you're home and can find something else. Bad when you seem to be inching into a size 12 and all you've packed are your comfy old size-16s. But then, good if you don't mind going shopping for some new clothes. But then, bad when you go to pack everything up for the return trip. ;) The thought occured to just leave behind all my big stuff, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. :)

Hey. Speaking of size 12. Can you do me a favor? Go into your favorite Old Navy store. Don't tell me you don't shop there, I do. So just go for a second. You don't have to buy anything. Just try on their new jeans in your normal size. Do they fit? Or are they big? Because I was just in there trying on clothes and I know I'm not a size 12 and yet that's what I almost walked out of there with. The only thing stopping me was the feeling that it was way too good to be true and if I bought those jeans, I'd get them home and they would somehow stop fittitng. Probably right after I took the tags off and tossed the receipt. :)

So yeah. That feels pretty good! Now all I have to do is not think back to the days when a size 12 was beyond any size I ever expected to be in. ;)

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