I finally received my Zumba Dance workout! Yeah!!! I got it out yesterday and the first thing my girls see are the toning sticks. They are essentially a bar with a ball on each end containing beads. They weigh about a pound each. The big one thinks they are maracas. The little one thinks they are chew toys or weapons depending on her mood.
To get things started I had my three year old take a picture of me in my workout gear. I didn't realize that my feet were so blurry! So we tried again. She was having too much fun getting to use Mama's camera. I now have three pictures of my feet and four pictures of the carpet. I ended up talking my own picture, but it is only of my gut. Frankly, it's the part I'm most concerned with anyway, so that works.
I pop in the basic DVD to learn all the moves. I forget how hard dancing is. I used to be in Show Choir and I was actually quite good. I can barely make my feet move anymore. The dancing resembled a duck stuck in a mud puddle. But I did it. I didn't get to finish it because the little one decided that it wasn't fun enough just to watch Mama dance around like a fool. She had to get in on the action from a higher level, like my arms. I am definitely in no shape to be carrying a one year old while trying really hard not to fall down. Not that I didn't try. Sometimes it's good enough for my self esteem that I make my children laugh. And the big one was having quite the time laughing at me. She also was trying to dance, but eventually got bored and went to watch cartoons.
Later that evening I even got to get on the bike for a little while. I had all but talked myself out of going very far, when I had an epiphany. Why do I keep telling myself I can't do it? I should be telling myself I will do it! So I pushed myself to ride 3 miles. Not a great amount for a bike, but I am here to tell you. That bicycle seat hurts! I even got the kind that doesn't smash up my womanly parts. I cannot however do anything about my tailbone!
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