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Wordless Wednesday: Operation Skinny Jeans Style



Guess what?

Today, after my muscles were beaten to a pulp in Bodypump we were at the very end of the workout, only 2 songs left to do, and it was time for push-ups. I’m not gonna lie, typically I don’t just do push-ups on my knees, I do them with my butt in the air…because typically I’m so exhausted at that point and I HATE push-ups that I just don’t care to push myself. Well, I was about to assume my butt in the air position when I had a thought, “You know, I betcha I can do the for real push-ups”. And so I did.

All of them. ALL of them. On my toes. All the way up. All the way down.

And then I cried. {I’m not lying}

Things like that. Doing something that I’ve told myself that I hate doing, or that I can’t do…when I bust down that wall, almost every time, I cry. I hide it easily in the amount of sweat dripping off my face.


Class ended and I went to weigh myself. I’ve been pissed off at the scale {and really myself} for like 2 months now. I’m not kidding you. When was the last time I did an update? I’d already been at the 17-19lbs mark for a month at that point…and I stayed there. So.Freaking.Annoying. I got on the scale and expected to see the same 237/238 that I’ve been seeing.

Except I didn’t.

I saw 236 instead…..THAT’S 20LBS BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hot Damn!

And then I started crying again.

I guess this isn’t so “Wordless” afterall…but, here’s where the Wordless comes in. I can’t believe that I’m really posting these, and even more so…I can’t believe what the beginning looks like. But, here’s the progression. I’ve only done 3 mirror shots because there’s been no movement on the scale….so here’s what I have.

starting weight

10 lb mark

20 lbs mark

So…still a really long way to go…BUT?!?!?! That’s OK.

I’m really excited today. I’m really proud of myself today.

Happy Wednesday Ya’ll!


How to handle “The Crazy Guy”

Do ya’ll remember my post a few months ago called “My Inner Latina“? It was my first experience with Zumba in all it’s glory. Since that class I’ve taken a Zumba class about 5 times, I’ve come to realize that Zumba is best experienced in the back of the class so that you have optimal viewing capabilities. I’ve also realized that my role in a Zumba class is to make others feel comfortable with their level of crazy…because I just let it all go and get my crazy on for 1 hour. Honestly, if I was smart enough, I would have the good sense to be slightly embarrassed by how I “dance” in Zumba. But, I’m not that smart. Besides, it’s really fun to not care about the thoughts and opinions of others and just let goooooooooooooo. You should try it sometime.

But what does all that have to do with the title of this post? Good question. Remember how in the last Zumba post I talked about Crazy Guy. The guy who has absolutely.no.personal.bubble and gives absolutely no regard to others personal bubble. Well, I was right in front of him yesterday. God help me.

Imagine that you’re working out, dancing like a crazy fool, sweating, and there is a not too small sweaty man LITERALLY a few inches behind you. Does that make you twitch? Because, let me tell you, I was twitching. For about 30 minutes I was trying to find a nice way to not SCREAM obscenities at him as I told him to back up. So…I just kept my mouth shut…like a good girl. But I was fuming.

I considered leaving the class…but, this was my workout too…right? I considered just being rude and telling him to “Back the $#@% heck up” But, this is the YMCA…and that wouldn’t be appropriate. More importantly, I’m a Christian…and that is unacceptable. I looked around the class for another hole that I could fit into…without doing what Crazy Guy was doing to me, there wasn’t one. So, after considering these options for 30 minutes, actually like 45 by the time all was said and done, I had a new idea….it was passive aggressive, it was not rude, it was genius…

I would flail.

Do you know what I’m talking about? Flailing? Let me explain: flailing, to me, is when I reach and stretch my arms with wide circular, mostly extremely fast movements. If you were to be standing, say, inches away from me breathing down my neck you would be “accidentally” “bumped” into. The person standing in any direct path of said flailing person, would be forced to move for fear of being “accidentally” hit. I put my plan into action immediately. We were sashaying up…I flailed my arms out and back, we were sashaying backwards…I flailed my arms back and forth. We mamboed sideways…I flailed my arms in a complete 360. I reached as far as I could in every direction, with every step that I could, every single time that I could. And? IT WORKED!!!!!!!!! Within 5 minutes of flailing, Crazy Guy sashayed himself a few steps over to another section of the class and stayed there for the remainder. Hallelujah!

And that, my friends, is how to handle Crazy Guy.

You’re welcome America. {And one person in Germany…hey Rach!}

Happy Friday Ya’ll!