Day 18

Remember how my ankles were swollen? Well, thanks to my good friends at google, I was able to determine that my ankles and knees were most likely reacting to my poor choice of shoes. Skechers are not good dance shoes. What was recommend is something lightweight (like mesh), with shock absorption, and light tread.  I found some (very cheap) shoes that fit that description, and it has made a huge difference.

Confession: I missed Saturday. But am taking two back to back classes today. Still on track for 30 classes in 30 days!

Day 14

I'm pretty sure my ankles are swollen. How do you fix that? Ice? Elevation? Should I Zumba tomorrow? Do people actually take rest days during 30 day challenges? Do I just push through? Dammit. What to do?

Day 13

I was minding my own business, getting my work on as I normally do on a Thursday afternoon when I came across this article, Exercise benefits black girls less than whites, study shows.  The science behind it attributes the discrepancy on lower metabolism and our (meaning myself and other black ladies) decreased ability to oxidize fat in response to exercise.  Well, that sucks. Assuming that this is true, it has the potential to derail fitness plans across America. Another item to add to a long list of excuses. I refuse. I'm going to purge the thought out of my head and dance as if no one is watching...... and as if my weight didn't depend on it.


The scale still hasn't moved. I care less today.

Day 12

That is not a dance move. That is a squat. Several squats in a row. My legs have finally acknowledged this point, and I am sore.

Ouch.

Adding insult to injury, the scale hasnt moved in about 3 days :( Waiting for the gain part of this pain.
The show must go on. Class at 5:30

Day 10

Everybody has a vice.... something they cling to when the going gets tough. For me, it used to be french fries. Particularly McDonald's french fries, still hot from the grease. The ones that leave your fingers salty and delicious. YUM.

Today I found myself stressed. The day has wore me out, and to my surprise the first thing I though about was Zumba. Don't get me wrong, Zumba is no french fry. However it's definately a worthy alternative.

Here's to kicking Zumba's ass today!

Day 9

Although it is Sunday, and despite the fact that I am craving a mattress and bed full of covers..... I'm headed to Zumba in a couple of hours. Sometimes picking yourself up, and making it out of your front door is the hardest part.

Day 7

Day 7, and I'm already plotting a cheat day. My dad is doing the Torah walk tomorrow at his synagogue, which apparently is a big deal. Ones daughter is expected to be there, which means I will miss the only two classes offered tomorrow. In order to make up for the missed class, I am taking two classes today. I go to the first one in a couple of hours, and oddly enough I am not dreading it.... that much.

Last nights class kicked my ass. Sweat dripping, chest pounding, eye rolling at the instructor type of ass kicking. However, once it was over I contemplated taking the next class. What is wrong with me? Have I suddenly become a glutton for punishment? Perhaps too many nights reading Fifty Shades of Grey? Whatever it is, I'm going to need this type of crazy to continue...at lease for the next 23 days. It will make this challenge a breeze.

So the new challenge. 30 classes in 30 days. I'm still on track.