I just returned home from my second Zumba class in months. Last week proved to be really difficult for me and I found myself trying to devise a plan to sneak out less than half way through! This very scenario is why I'm always on the front row next to the instructor (besides, it helps me get comfortable in front of the class in preparation for the day I begin leading classes on my own). It's not as easy to bail when you have to pick up your belongings and weave through a room full of hip shaking, booty poppin' dancers!
I didn't sneak out of class! Not last week and not this week! I endured and made it happen. I was sweating buckets, I was wishing I'd brought a towel to wipe it off, I was chugging water, and I was loving every minute of it! Time flew by and I couldn't believe it when I hear the cool down music begin. Zumba is so much fun!
I was also reminded tonight how much better I feel about myself when I work out. I've known this... it's nothing new. But after surgery and recovery, time flew by and I eventually lost sight of all the really amazing benefits of working out. Weight loss is the first, and most obvious, result. But I forgot how happy and amazing I feel when I've worked out - even if it's for 15 minutes. I feel proud of myself. I have more self confidence. The more I work out, the most I want to keep the momentum going. I instantly begin to eat better and make healthier choices. It just seems contagious.. not only to others, but to myself! I kind of like the burn. I kind of like being a little sore the next day. (Crazy, I know.) And clearly, I love getting toned, seeing the weight loss in my face and body, and watching my clothes become too big for me!
Satan tried to whisper to me reasons not to go tonight. He tried to make me feel insecure. He tried to bring up the past. He tried to keep me from my dream. But I reminded him to Whom I belong, to Whom I serve, and to Whom I answer.
I shut him down and I went to Zumba!