Combat Whale

Day 70,

Holy Cellulite Batman Body Combat class is NOT for sissies. If you want a good lesson in just how unfit you are take this class. It will humble you. I am in awe of the gal that taught the class. She had also taught a spin class earlier in the day. It may be a week before I can walk right again. She probably rode her bicycle 10 miles to her house after class. I'm in awe of her level of fitness.

BUT, I'm hooked. I loved it. I did not love my reflection in the mirror. I most certainly did not love the fact that I almost tossed my cookies twice. And, I guarantee you that I will never work shoulders and biceps the night before this class again.

So, what did I love? The challenge. I can lift weights like nobody's business. I'm actually quite strong. But, I'm about as cardiovascularly unfit as a person can get. I had to face a lot of fears in this class. I was by far the fattest person in there. I felt like a whale dancing with goldfish. My fat rolls jiggled. I huffed and puffed. I couldn't do all of the moves perfectly. But, all of this just fueled that fire inside of me that will not be beaten. I consider it a huge victory that I made it out of that class alive. Now, tomorrow when I can barely walk, I may be singing a different tune. But, I'm a fighter. I'm a survivor. And, I will not fail.

The hubs took the class with me. I'm pretty sure that he's plotting some kind of large scale payback for this one. He made it through the class too. But, I don't think he is nearly as motivated to return as I am. The class is rated for people of "moderate" fitness. If that's what "moderate" fitness looks like, I am at the slothy snail stage. But, that's ok. I'll get there.

Sugar intake today was the best so far 17 grams total!

Cheers!
Margaret