Zumba, zumba, zumba

I have gone to Zumba three times this week. My skinny but adorable neighbor has been bugging me for ages to check this out. Let me just say this....it is stinkin' hard!!! It's like hiphop/latin dancing on freakin' steroids folks. I look like a total moron trying to follow the rest of the girls, but hey, it's fun and the music is loud, therefore, I dig it.

However, you know that one episode of Biggest Loser when that poor woman can't jump onto the little step thing (it's like 4 or 5 inches tall). Jillian is screaming at her, the lady is bawling and try as she might, she just can't jump on the stupid thing. I remember thinking "heaven help me if I EVER get like that, I mean really, just jump chica!" Finally, Jillian gets what she wants, the lady jumps! Only once, but she jumped, and it was sooo hard for her. Well, guess what? I am eating crow. Yup, I can't jump. No really, I can't. Wow is all I can really say. I will jump though, I will jump, I think I can, I think I can. I am not sure if I can't in fact jump or if I just am afraid that I will lose my entire bladder if I do. I really think it's mental, but hey, I am kinda frumpy right now.

So, here I am, sore, tired and sore. I am sore in places I didn't know I could be sore. Guess I need to start somewhere right? Good news is that I am down five pounds since starting my green smoothies and going to zumba! Really, I just want to feel better, have more energy and know that I am giving my kids something so important, my health. Tomorrow will yet again find me at zumba, and I'll be proud of myself for going, because I am sore, really, really sore :o)