Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Today I did Zumba. I have about one hundred pounds or so to lose. (Don't worry my goals are smaller than that. ) I have arthritis in my ankle and I am very directionally challenged and if I am forced to admit it my timing is terrible.
All of those things aside I went to a Zumba class today. My goal was simple, have a good time and keep moving. I walked this morning and it was near freezing. I thought I was never going to warm up. But the Zumba cured that. I was warm and then too warm and then felt like I had a good workout. I want to go back on Thursday.
The logical me knew that the most important part is the movement and having fun. The crazy negative part kept saying mean things reminding me that I don't look like the skinny young teacher, reminding me that my body just doesn't move that way and if it did it would not look like that. We'll not talk about the age related things.
So I just kept reminding myself to be kind. I am really trying to tell that mean voice to sit in the corner and shut up. I will look better if I do this. I am not there to dance for a show. I am there to move.
So move it my friends. What you look like does not matter.
I also realized that I am not as self conscious as I thought. I did not go to the back row. What is up with that?