I went to Zumba last night with Katy for the second time. I never thought I would like it so much. Granted, the room has glass walls, so EVERYONE can see you shaken your booty, but surprisingly I really don't care. I like the fact that if you mess up it's ok because the girl next to you isn't gettin' right either and you can tell the instructor genuinely loves teaching. She even came in last night saying, "If you see me going a little slow it's because I'm sick, but don't worry you'll get a good work out." Uh, at the end of the workout Katy and I turned to each other and said, "She's not sick." She had the same spunk as last week! Pure trickery. I catch myself focusing too hard on getting the moves right, so I decided to loosen up a little last night and I noticed the moves became more fun and less difficult.
2 weeks now into routinely working out and I can honestly say I feel so much better. Before, I would make excuses not to work out. Now, I'm making it a priority in my life. I want to be healthy for my son and my husband, but most of all for myself. Like I said, I'm tired of this always being a goal of mine. This year is it people!! Blogging has helped too...I feel a sense of commitment to the thousands that read my blog...wait...I mean the very few super awesome people that read my blog :) Also, the number 30 flashes in my head on a regular basis taunting me, so that helps too.
Lately, I've been feeling like there just isn't enough time in the day. I know most people feel this way, but I don't think I truly grasped the saying until I got married AND had a baby. Between being a full time cab driver to my almost 9 month old, cubical worker bee, wife, cook, maid, and chief financial officer / bill payer I value any alone time I might stumble upon throughout the week. My time alone is usually accompanied with grocery shopping or (now) working out @ the gym. I've always enjoyed my alone time and when I don't get it, I begin to feel claustrophobic. Anyone else feel that way?
On a less serious note, I'm loving all the facebook postings of my friends announcing they are pregnant or getting married. It just brings me back to the moment those things happened to me...the next chapter in our lives where "single and ready to mingle" is replaced with "domesticated bliss." I would hardly say it's 100% bliss, but it definately has bliss-like moments. I enjoy all that is marriage, but it helps that my husband is a good man and good to me. Marriage is hard work in itself...the last thing you want is to be married to the wrong person. I'm tempted to go into my thoughts on marriage and children, but I'll save that for another day =)