Whew!

Have you ever been to a workout class at the gym?  If you haven't, I'm certain that you have at least seen those late night infomercials touting their new kick-ass workout series.  You know, the ones with the cute tiny hot chicks and the muscled up guys who make it look oh so easy.  Bastards.  I swear...it's like they know exactly what will sell us!  All of us poor chubby mommys who just want to lose a bit of that baby fat that never went away.  Maybe that's just me. 

Anyway, I decided to start going to classes at the gym.  My kids are getting really big...the whole "It's just baby weight," thing is getting old, even to my ears.  Plus, when my daughter says things like," Your legs wouldn't look like that if you would work out all the time Mommy"  first I feel like slapping her, but then I realize she's right.

So on Monday, I took my saggy butt in all it's cellulite glory to the Power Hour class at my gym.  I wasn't sure what to expect, but I knew I needed it, so I put on a sports bra and some yoga pants with an old tank top, grabbed my water bottle and made it there right before the class started.  I get into the class and I can see that I am surrounded by seasoned class takers.  SHIT!  Why couldn't these people all be newbies like me?  They've got like 40 pounds on each side of their weight bars and I grab the 5 pounders, because I just have this feeling that I definitely won't make it with anything more. 

As we get started, I realize just how out of shape I am.  The teacher keeps telling us to "come on!  You can do it!!"  And I do it, but at about 20 minutes into the workout (this last for an hour by the way) my legs are literally trembling as I attempt to keep up with the ridiculous amounts of squats, lunges, and lifts.  I look in the mirrors that seem to be everywhere around me and I see this crazy red mess of  a fat girl looking back at me as sweat drips down her forehead.  Wait, is that me???  Holy crap.

45 minutes in I realize that I have made it through most of this workout.  I only had to stop a few times!  I think that the idea of not being able to keep up with everyone else was embarassing, so I stayed in it.  I pushed myself all the way through.  GO ME!!!!  I was so proud of myself as we were cooling down with some stretches. 

I made it through the rest of Monday, and the utter pain that I was in from that last workout.  I even got my fat ass out of bed this morning and went to a new class...ULTIMATE WORKOUT!!!  I'm really glad I went, because I feel much more loose than I did before class, but to be sure, every part of me was jiggling in the mirror with the same red face as last time. 

But I felt good!  I mean, really good.  I love to work out; it's such a mood enhancer, plus it gives me an excuse to eat a cookie or twelve.  Well, maybe not twelve, but still.  Stay on the lookout for some pics.  I am so serious about this weight loss thing.  I'm ready to be hot and sexy for the summer.  Anybody want to join me?  Think of this as a weight loss challenge...