Here I sit, snuggled on my couch, freshly showered, with a package of Rowntree's Fruit Gums by my side, and I'm choking back ridiculous tears. Why, oh why, does my husband's camping trip coincide with my weekend of womanly hormonal rage? I know he'll be back in 48 hours, but geez, it is just not right to snuggle in that bed without him. But I will be brave, despite the superloud boogie men that go bump in the night, and because of the heat I'm packing just in case.
Enough about that.
My friend has been inviting me to her Zumba class on Monday nights for a little while now. I haven't gone for several reasons, the greatest of which being a humongo fear of looking like an absolute fool. I am not exactly the most coordinated person. I mean, I FEEL that beat, but I just can't seem to make my body cooperate for long periods of time.
Anywho, on Monday I bit the proverbial bullet and took my little butt to Zumba class. My friend just happened to stand me up, and of course I gave her a lot of grief for it, but it was actually ok. I needed to take that first step and be a little vulnerable.
Ack, the piercing fear ripping through my heart...
And the sheer exhaustion. Seriously, do you guys do Zumba? Such a great workout.
So much so that I went back tonight. Loving it--it feels like 5 minutes, definitely not an hour of spasmatic cardio. I'm sure I do still look like a fool doing it, but I'm learning to be ok with that.
And extra bonus?
This morning I threw my unbrushed, day-old hair into a french-type braid thing...
And then tonight, after getting my Zumba on, I discovered this...
Glorious beachy waves I can never seem to achieve when I want to. Guess I need to exercise more!