Today is Saturday, which means Bug and I go Weight Watchers first thing, then off to the gym for Zumba before home for lunch. I never, ever, ever eat before Weight Watchers, so we pack along some snacks to eat after lest I faint from hunger and get danced on. Today was dry roasted cashews with sea salt, bananas, and a bottle of water. Meeting was excellent, I lost three pounds over the past two weeks. (Didn't go last week because of weird sudden bloating, I knew I hadn't actually gained, but the scale was really pissing me off.) I know I need to go faithfully to meetings, but sometimes if my mood is low enough, going in and seeing a bad result will set me back more than it helps.
We talked about Halloween some, since it was yesterday and all (and wasn't it fun to try and do Halloween night with a weigh-in looming!) I felt pretty happy, I did eat a few pieces of candy and the Sweet and Spicy caramel corn I made to take to my friend's house, but I didn't eat nearly as much as I would've last year. We also walked a fair piece while trick-or-treating with Bug, and I wasn't even tired afterwards. Progress!
Zumba with Karina was actually really fun today, which is not always the case. Sometimes I feel like I just don't have the inherent dance reflexes to understand what I'm supposed to be doing in the class, not to mention that the music is typically turned up to jet-engine volume. The funny thing is, I tend to have really good classes right after really bad classes, and my second yoga class last week was just awful.
Ana Maria was gone, so there was a substitute, and instead of Bodyflow we did Vinyasa. Which is not terrible, I'd done it once before and it was very difficult but meditative and kind of nice. Except instead of turning on the yoga lights, she left the regular bright florescents up, and instead of eight or ten students, some of whom are good and some who are like me, there were two other students who looked and performed like they could be doing instructional videos for yoga. So I was fumbling horribly through the class, and then it ran late and there was no rest or meditation at the end, and I was so frustrated and humiliated I wanted to cry. But the one thing I can say is that I have never ditched a class in the middle, no matter how bad it was or how bad at it I was, and I stuck this one out too, and it's a small thing to be proud of.
Anyway, Zumba this morning was a welcome relief after that disaster, and I was able to go full out for at least the first fifteen minutes. I count it as full-out when I'm right there with everybody else, lifting my arms all the way, doing all the steps and trying to get them perfect, and the energy is really there. I always have to back off eventually because I get tired and I'm not supposed to get my heart rate much about 155, but I was really feeling good this morning. Some lady came in halfway through the class and tried to start a new back row behind me even though there was plenty of room on the other side of the workout room. That was annoying, since I come early to stake out my precious back corner spot, but hey, it's her own fault that she gets to stare at my big butt working it for the entire class session.
Afterwards I went forward and talked to Karina, the leader, for the first time and asked for some alternatives to the jumping moves. I believe I have already mentioned my inertia problems, one of which is that it takes a lot to get 243 pounds in the air, and it's not something best done lightly! She's super nice, showed me some alternative step moves and asked my name, so now she is the only teacher who knows my name. No nametags or sign up sheets for these classes, you just go to whatever you want, whenever. I'm sure they all recognize me by sight, though, since I weigh at least fifty pounds more than pretty much anybody in any of my classes. That just means I get more exercise, right?
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