So I promised I’d post an update today, as premature as it may be, a week and a half after my love affair with Zumba commenced.
I’m pleased to announce that the relationship is still going strong. I haven’t lost any weight, I gained 3 but I’m sure it’s all pure muscle because… just because.
While in measurement, I seemed to have lost an inch here and there, in all honesty, I can see that the inches have not been lost as much as they have migrated.
My butt seems to have started moving upward and is transforming itself into a lower-back shelf, which is fine with me because I am always looking for a place to put my water bottle while I exercise. The cats also find it a rather comfortable perch while I’m doing yoga so… it’s pretty much a win-win really.
And, while I didn’t think it possible, I’ve definitely gotten even sexier than I already was.
You know why?
Because I have the Zumba flowing and pumping passionately through my veins now.
And I won’t be deterred by evil sabotagers, like my rotten daughter who posted this on my facebook wall yesterday:
Which reminds me, is there an age limit to the orphans that Angel’s Cradle accepts or…
Alright, I have to go, there’s a DVD calling me from the living room as I right this “Jen! It’s Zumba time!” and the temptation is far too great to resist.
Tune in next week for another episode of Jen+Zumba – a healthy lifestyle change or a glorified form of escapism?
Who knows, maybe by then my ass will have transformed into a full size credenza by then!