Not The Most Pathetic Anymore!

Aerobics classes were never my thing. Scratch that . . . exercise classes, in general, I have avoided like the plague. Scratch that . . . like the Swine Flu. Working up a big, group sweat is just NOT the way I want to start or end my day.

But I have reached a point in my life where I can no longer get away with not exercising. It’s like putting off doing your taxes until April 14th. I’ve stalled and delayed and created as many excuses as possible, but now that I am post-menopausal, no more free passes. It’s time to dust off that Jane Fonda aerobics video and get MOVING before I look like a 5’9” walking pear.

So I’ve already told you in a previous post that I finally dragged my expanding ass to a Pilates class. I am now THREE WEEKS into it! I know how alcoholics feel when they haven’t touched a drink for a while. I am swollen with self-pride. “No, that’s not fat. It’s pride!”

I’m proud that I haven’t quit yet. Thought about it a few times, then caught a quick glimpse of myself in the mirror and reconsidered. Anyway, the whole reason I’m writing this post is because something amazing happened in class yesterday. A new, much younger girl joined the class and my title as “The Most Out-Of-Shape, Can’t-Complete-A-Pushup-Or-Finish-50-Jumping-Jacks Exercise Cheater” has been passed on to her. Did you hear that? I am no longer THE MOST PATHETIC woman in the class!

She was the one huffing-and-puffing yesterday; the one who could barely do 10 sit-ups; the one who stopped in the middle of leg lunges across the floor; the one who whined about all her aches and pains.

Me? I gritted my teeth, dug deep down and completed EVERY repetition and set without one “I can’t do this” going through my head.

The torch has been passed. I am unbelievably proud of myself. An best of all, it looks like the swelling is finally going down.

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