I attended my first Zumba class last night. It was a lot of fun and I can see why people enjoy it. I'm not much of a dancer, so the class was a challenge for me. Did I look like a total spaz doing it? Absolutely. Did I care? Not so much. Personal Growth, people; it's the new black.
On a different topic; I am a mere week and a half away from the end of Lent. Which means I will be free to add the crap back in to my diet. As always, I have the best of intentions NOT to do that, and, as always; I will fail miserably. How do I know? The past week has been a three-ring circus of cravings for crap, which means; I have had almost six weeks to break the junk food habit and I'm still jonesing for the sweet, sweet taste of chocolate covered pomegranate seeds, Jelly Belly jelly beans, Cadbury mini eggs and anything featuring caramel.That's how I know.
Also, I don't think it's a coincidence that the Easter Bunny has invested heavily in all of the above.
It is also no coincidence that I have prepaid for numerous Zumba classes, because, Personal Growth shouldn't be allowed to occur in my ass.