Zumba

So this weekend I started my six week plan to get fit.  I joined a Zumba class.  We meet twice a week for six weeks.  Each class is fifty long grueling minutes.  After that I ride a bicycle for thirty minutes and then abs for twenty.  Sometimes I go to the gym other days as well with a friend.  I swear I have never sweat so much.  It's disgusting.  But I do not care.  My body hurts like nothing I have ever felt.  But it is a good kind of hurt.  The kind where you know you did something great to get it.  I go to bed exhausted but wake up feeling better then ever.  And it is not just exercising that I am doing.  I am also eating healthy.  I mean I am sad to have to give up my favorite sandwich ever, the Pepperoni Melt, but a chicken salad is pretty good.  Yeah I have to put time into this, but in all honesty I really wouldn't be doing much else.  Maybe watching tv and stuffing my face.  So instead I am working my gluteus maximus off.  Granted I have motivation to do it.  I have a wedding in eight months.  I have to stand up in front of everyone and I will make damn sure that I look good.  I am the maid of honor.  I will not look anything other than amazing.  That is my first priority.  Granted my grandma thinks I should be more worried about finding a date.  Um yeah no.  I'd rather look hot.  I'll craigslist a date a week before the wedding and pray he's not completely creepy.  But for now I shall sweat out all my worries and stress and maybe, just maybe eat one Pepperoni Melt for old times sake.