Ok, ok. It isn’t that dramatic. I went to Thighs, Bums and Tums instead of Zumba Tone. Let’s just say that the grass isn’t greener on the other side (of town), and we will be going back to Zumba Tone next week.
There was a lot of cardio type stuff at the beginning, most of which I did alright on, but some of it was a bit iffy. The lady in front of me kept glaring at me (for the record, it was her encroaching into my kicking space), but I had a laugh with my friend. I did start complaining that this wasn’t really TBTs, more random kicking. Well… Then came mat work. It’s official. I don’t have abs. Well, I’m sure I do (and I’m sure I’ll feel them tomorrow), but I struggled with the crunches, leading me to the conclusion that any abs I do have, have laid dormant for several years and will require some significant coaxing to awaken from their hibernation. I did realise that I quite missed doing yoga, whilst I was mid-cat pose. Sadly, the only evening yoga class is on at 7pm on Tuesdays, slap bang in the middle of fat club.
Anyway, as friendly as the class was (and there were a couple of really nice people), I think I will be going back to Zumba Tone next week. All is forgiven. I mean, they didn’t even do many squats (unlike ZT which has a whole song devoted to that particular movement). Pah.
Randomly, I’m not feeling good about weighing in tomorrow. I don’t know why. No, that’s a lie – I had a very tasty roast at my parents’ house yesterday, and haven’t been saintly today really. You can’t have a roast without gravy though – that defies some law of nature somewhere.