Where Are Your Jazz Hands?

I just realized that I practically abandoned "real" posting in January. Oops! The month just flew by before I had a chance to look up!

Part of my goal to being a better me involved exercising a bit more. I renewed my gym membership at the beginning of the year and, at first, had a hard time getting motivated. I'm not a free-weight kind of girl, so I usually found myself on the treadmill. Everyone knows that you'll get bored out of your mind before you know it if you don't mix it up a bit. So, I took a look at the class calendar one day after work and realized a new class was starting... might as well give it a try. And that's how I found myself three weeks into Jazzercise. You heard me. Dancing around, arms swinging, grapevining, leg kicking... with jazz hands. I'm loving it. At first, I felt like a big goob, but I quickly got over it. Who cares what I look like... I'm sweating like crazy! I haven't lost any weight, but my heart rate monitor no longer fits around my chest-- a sign that inches are melting away. Also, my heart rate isn't sky-rocketing like it was during the first few classes, so I can tell that I'm getting in better shape. The music is really fun and new, so you'll find yourself doing eight counts in your head when you hear the song outside of class. They change it up every few classes, so you don't get too comfortable doing the same thing every time. I ran into my pharmacist after class, and she died laughing when I told her what I'd been doing because she'd done it back in the late 70s-early 80s. I think something must be right if it's still around, right?

I don't have a picture for this post, so I'll leave you with this...