This weekend I took my first Zumba class!

This is what I looked like afterward.
Hot, right?

I’ve been hearing people talk about Zumba for a while now, and the general impression I got was that it’s like the second coming of Jane Fonda—people lined up in spandex for miles just to get their sweat on. I figured it was time I set my alarm and get my booty to a class. My gym only has one class a week and it’s at 9am on a Saturday.

Personally, I think that’s just crazy.  Saturdays are for sleeping late and sipping coffee.

Still the class was totally packed. For a solid hour I crunked, samba’d and jumped a lot. It was definitely fun, and definitely a workout. My heart rate monitor came in at about 500 calories for the hour. Mostly, I felt like it was like going out to a club, only while wearing comfortable shoes and not having to ward off the dry-humping advances of strange dudes. That’s a win-win. All I needed to complete the vibe was some friends and a disco ball.

I may just be setting my alarm for future Saturdays, but not all future Saturdays. A girl’s got to have priorities.


One of those priorities is apparently not changing my eating patterns. I think I’ve officially thrown in the towel with the 5-6 small meals a day goal. My body just doesn’t work that way. I am not a snacker (although, you’ll notice that I did have a snack tonight after I got back from class). I do recognize the health benefits of eating small amounts on a regular basis, I just can’t do it. I’ve said this before, but I’m a big fan of just listening to your body, and following its lead. Mine seems to really hate the idea of small meals in two-three hour increments. I tried, but I think I’m back to three square meals with occasional snacks thrown in for a rumbly tummy.

C’est la vie!


Omelet with “egg product”, broccoli, and lite cheese


Vegetable soup and cheese


Smoothie with almond milk, peanut butter, banana and chocolate whey protein

Unphotographed snack

Peach and a handful of peanuts

Exercise: Strength training: Legs and back