dork did zumba and body pump again

Saturday morning bright and early my girlie that had a first date Fri night was texting me “Zumba, come join”. I was tired,I had been at a client site until nearly 2100 the evening before, and I was still sore from “dork did body pump last week”. ButI got up got dressed and was there in no time flat.

This particular instructor I describe as “the club dancing zumba”. I get that Zumba is all about watching yourself in the mirror, but seriously this one spent entirely too much time grinding with herself in the mirror. About half way thru I realized my neck and back were not appreciating my doirking to zumba.

It was a little bit easier to follow my girlie that was smack in front of me, I felt less out of step. I also did not push myself quite as hard as I usually push. I pushed too hard at body pump, the weights are light, and so it is easier to push more and more repetitions into the routine, and maybe a few extra pounds too. I have been increasing my protein intake, forcing myself to drink chalky drinks, and eating nutritional bars with higher protein content.

I realize I will never have the hard body I had 20 years ago, I certainly can shape up the muscles I do have and look pretty rock solid. Yes I am stroking myself…

 

A little ego and self absorbment wont hurt me or anyone else.

dork does body pump

I tried a new thing at the gym, “body pump”. It seems I am less dorky there, I have one left foot and one right foot instead of three left feet like dork does zumba or yoga.

I’ll try it again, just need to ensure I do not run into anyone I know there. I am on a mission to avoid people I know, and it is not who you think it is. So meh!

I told you that you would not understand, so please do not try to.

dork does not do zumba

I am still trying the dancing thing. Zumba class is more of me watching, than actually dancing. Not that I care but I am sure other people in the class are thinking why is she here, she is in my way, move you DORK.

Perhaps if I could find a beginners class, or I could find the same instructor for multiple classes. They all seem to have such different styles, today’s instructor had more club style dancing mixed with belly and ballet. It was very active, and hard to count the steps. Imagine feet doing one thing, hips doing another and yet the arms doing something else, It is funny to look in the mirror at myself, actually I avoid looking right now I know how goofy I look.

I will keep trying because my nature does not allow me to quit.

Dork does the gym

I am as graceful as a drunken sailor stumbling along the dock. I was elsewhere when grace was distributed. And yet I love club dancing, actually I used to be quite good at it many moons ago (in another life).

I recently joined a gym after close to 15 years of not exercising. I figured it would be a healthy place for me to spend energy, and exercise, not that I need to loose weight I only weigh 110 lb but I do need to tone up, and my attitude needs adjustment. So here I am back at the gym and attending Zumba and Yoga classes. Yesterday was Yoga, today was Zumba it kicked my butt. My current diet is not supporting me exercising, and that is making me feel worse. I have no appetite to begin with, so it will be interesting to see how I manipulate myself to eat more protein (good luck). I am a meat eater, I love my meat, but I eat it rarely. I only crave meat when I exercise in any capacity.

It is hysterical when I look at myself during Zumba, I am a dorky mess. My hips can move but not in conjunction or coordinated with the rest of my body. Once I am comfortable with the beat of the music and the steps I think the rest of me will coordinate better. I can at least hope. When I can stop needing to watch the instructors feet to count the steps I will be able to get out of my head and “feel” the music.

The gym is total sensory overload, I cannot begin to describe what happens when I walk in the door. There are smells (and not so pleasant ones), there are too many sounds, and the movements, talk about too much. I have set a goal for myself, I will work thru all of the sensory overload, sounds, smells, and sights and achieve my goal, if nothing else because tenacity is an integral component of my matrix. There is more to this goal, I am not ready to share the rest of it. Time will tell, I promise.

I am still in motion (obviously), and know that someday I will be able to say “life is good” again.

squirrel moment

the only time I have to go to the gym is in the evening, and darn if all the medicine is past worn off and I cannot focus to work out or learn Zumba, or Yoga, or nothing.

I must look like such a dork just standing there while the rest of the class is hopping and dancing, and I am just looking at all the pretty colours swirling around me, and the hair flipping and flopping. Look there went a piece of fuzz rolling across the floor.

Now if I could get my groove on and dance I might enjoy myself more, but until then I will keep trying after all I am still in motion.

Life will get good again soon…

Saturday night plans

Mr.S and I had plans for Saturday night, he was allowing me to treat him for his birthday (he does not celebrate it for just cause). We had parted ways earlier in the day from the Friday Night surprise.

I purchased tickets to a musical at a local theater, it was not the one I wanted but it would work. Mr. S picked me up kind of late, just in time for the show, he claimed not to be hungry as he had a heavy lunch. So we went to the show, it was fun. We laughed and enjoyed it, afterwards we went to a local spot and had a bite to eat, it was delicious (this was not a local dive but actually one of the classier spots). We shared an artichoke appetizer that was divine, we both had different salads, and chose to decline on dessert there were only three items offered and none stood out to either of us. So we we headed back, first we stopped by my house to let my dogs out (duh I clearly was not spending the night at home again) and pack an overnight bag. The night prior I slept there I did not have a toothbrush, nor anything else I might have needed, body oil, change of clothes, medicine, etc.

After my chores were done, we headed to his house. One thing I really like about his house is the quietness, my house is a hustle and bustle by comparison even without anyone else there. I live close to a freeway, and dead smack in the middle of major traffic, plus there are two inch gaps between the exterior door and the frame. His house is serene, even though it is in the middle of remodel and partially torn up it is so calm and serene.

The mutual friend that had introduced us wanted us to go dancing with her and “Dance partner”, but alas Mr.S was not in the mood for high energy, we were both a little tired and were lavishing in the romantic evening we had shared again! So it was another night of romance and pleasure, not sure if it was mine or his probably both.

We woke Sunday morning very gently, relaxed, and romantically. We have become comfortable with each other, our bodies have found rhythm with each other. Yes we broke the “rules” and jumped into sex, we have stepped back and while we both have desire we are trying to not make it about sex. Talk about a difficult thing, when sex is good you want it right? Mr.S woke up a sleeping creature with me (I have been divorced for four and a half years), no I have not been celibate the entire time apparently just had not found the right partner.

You see I am different than a lot of women, I require a level of attraction and chemistry to be able to perform and enjoy, if the mojo inst there you can forget about it. Sure it sort of goes both ways, but a lot of men can fuck anything (most of them do), and well not that I am tooting my own horn but I am not fugly. Let me paint a picture, 5’5″, 115lbs, hair down to my mid back (curly or straight I can do both) it is auburn colour, I have hazel eyes. I am not as fit as I used to be, but three months at the gym and baby you would never know it has been 10 years since I have worked out. I believe in give and take, so if I want someone that is attractive then I need to also be attractive.

Time to go back to the gym, not because I need to loose weight, or anything like that, but because it is a healthy pattern. Exercise have more energy, feel good about myself, get into better shape, have more endurance, it will only take a few months of work to become rock hard again (and who wouldn’t feel good about that?)

Life is good, I am employed, my kids are waking up form a good night sleep with fabulous dreams, feathers are waking, furbabies are waking. While I did not see Mr.S last night (:-( ), that is ok too.