No, it's not deja vu. And no, Mondays aren't the new official day to post pics of me in my somewhat dirty bathroom mirror. But there ain't no law that says I cain't post about mybestlife.com more than once a month, right?
Last week I upped the ante on my Fitness Diversification Portfolio by adding a Zumba class to my weekly exercise regime.
I hadn't been to a group exercise class since 1990. That was the year I joined my local YWCA and in my first week was accused of stealing someone's swimsuit. The accuser was certain I was the culprit. Afterall, her suit was unusual: it was a black, one-piece Speedo… just like mine!
Don't worry. I was vindicated in the end, but it soured me on the whole club experience, especially the part wherein I demanded a refund for my humiliation and they refused, continuing to dock my bank account for the next 11 months, despite the fact that I never set foot in that club again. That was the last time I ever participated in any organized group fitness activities.
But my friend Lesley—who is both persuasive and Canadian—convinced me that she and I should go to Zumba. And go we did. And you know what? It was totally awesome.
Sure, I had NO idea what I was doing routine-wise, but I made it through the entire 50-minute class, sweat soaked to be certain, but realizing this: I am getting in pretty damned good shape.
All of my treadmill workouts and my first month on The Shred have really started to make me believe that not only am I seeing results on the scale, but I'm seeing results in my overall fitness level. And part of me, a very small and growing part, thinks that's even cooler than the missing poundage.
I'm starting to believe in my inner athlete. You feel me on this?
JOURNALING: At the risk of jumping the gun, I need to write about a shift in the Great Fitness Experiment of 2010. The shift of which I speak being the realization that all of these individual efforts are going to amount to more than a just number on a scale. I stop to consider this when I notice that I pop up and down the stairs while cleaning the house with much less effort than I can ever recall. I stop to consider this when I realize I can run for 30 minutes and though I’m clearly aware how hard my body is working, there’s no legitimate reason why I can’t push it another five minutes. I stop to consider this when I get home from the grocery store and am craving the freeze-dried strawberries more than the sourdough baguette sitting my shopping bag. I stop to consider this when I attend my first group fitness class in 20 years and find it more fun than anything else. Long story short: I’m connecting to the act of getting in shape and not just the much-hoped for weight loss result. Who knew?
I've been loving reading through the comments, hearing your fitness/weight loss stories of both hope and despair. I'm certainly no fitness guru, and God knows I'm prone to not just falling off of the wagon, but diving headlong into hay bales full of donuts, but right now, I'm feeling this fitness thing.
And it feels real good.
IN OTHER NEWS: This week, I'm excited to be documenting a Week in the Life. I've never done this project before, despite knowing Ali and loving her and her ideas for years. I'm doing a mostly digital album, using her 8.5 x 11 templates, which I'm going to tweak here and there to meet my needs. I plan to share at least one of my finished days this week here on my blog. I'm printing all of my pages and pieces at home on my HP Photosmart. For more ideas on Week in the Life products you can use to document your own week, check out this link. Here's to documenting the everyday in 2010.