ballet and tap throughout grade school, followed by a brief anti-social period of teen weirdness and then onto
jane fonda cassette tapes in college, i have always tried to "workout".
i dabbled back and forth with fitness. having always been tall and relatively thin, i never worried a whole lot about it. every once in while, I would see pictures of myself and think, "hmmmm, what's up with that crappy posture?" or "who is that ....oh, that's me!"
during my first pregnancy, i enrolled in a "prenatal" exercise class. the whole, yes-i'm-pregnant-and-i'm-still-working-out thing had not yet "caught on" at the time, it was the early 90's. but, being always on the cutting edge of what's exactly acceptable and normal, i leafed through my prenatal materials, and, upon finding the number for the downtown YMCA, enrolled my moody, bloated self into a class. the whole process was rather empowering! at the end of the 6-8 week class, i found myself missing the group comradery , the music and the energy! i enrolled for a second class before my daughter was born.
after the birth of my daughter, i discovered a fitness class that met in a church fellowship hall and incorporated contemporary christian music into the routine. i loved it! the class was called "body and soul". it met twice a week in the evenings. i enlisted the help of my younger siblings, who at the time were young, full of energy and not-yet-tired-parents of their own offspring. they eagerly agreed to drive the half hour out to the boondocks, where i lived, so that i could eagerly drive my spandex-ed, post-pregnant body to the first presbyterian church for a workout!
this lasted for a little while, maybe a year or so. soon, LIFE caught onto the fact that i was actually working out on a regular basis and put the breaks on that....
stay tuned for more of my amazing discovery of the wonderful world of fitness and how it is the main activity, aside from plastic surgery, that can totally change your appearance and overall confident attitude!!