I see London I see France...

When friends tell you how awesome you look, drop the "I still have more to go" crap.  You worked hard and you deserve the compliment!  

~Jillian Michaels

Day 10: Zumba (of the more intense variety... Ouch!)

So was the title of this blog a tease or did yet another embarrassing event happen at the gym? Actually it is a little of both dear reader. The good news is that I am seeing real results from my diet, the bad news is so did everyone else. To say that I was mortified would be a lie I have lost all decorum for myself after having kids. So a little mishap like this is just as common as walking around all day with spit-up on my shoulder (fellow moms help a mother out). 

So here is how it all went down. Tonights Zumba class is much more intense than the granny posse class. The music is Pumping, the bass is thudding and the lights are low. I was hoping to turn around and see a group of my girlfriends ready with drinks getting ready to do the alcohol rumba! Not the case sadly. However, the class was great! I was really having fun despite the sweat dripping off of me and my lungs heaving. It was just as I was getting into my groove and P!nk was raging with "U and Ur hand" when the unimaginable came to life. 

My pants hit the floor!  

My Granny panties in all their fuchsia glory were revealed to a full capacity class. Not to mention that I had taken my spot right in front of the trainer so I could see the footwork better. So in the reflection of this room full mirrors (just what you want to see when you are jiggling all over, is three or four more of you doing it also.) I was a bit gob smacked at first. What the hell just came to be? I hurriedly gathered my pants back to there original destination. I tried to get back into the routine so that maybe it would appear that the pants drop was part of that series of steps. Since I was already beet red from the exercise the incident must have caused me to turn some shade of purple. Seriously it was like it was in slow motion and somewhere on some computer screen John Madden was doing replay coverage. Covering my bottom half with arrows, X's, and O's.  Slightly smaller O's than before though.

Thankfully not too many of the fellow Zumba-nauts seem to have noticed and I went on with the class. I couldn't stop thinking that if I hadn't had children I would have run out of that class mortified and never returned. Since I have had children and situations where my breasts, butt, and underwear have been exposed (I am sure many of you can relate). This was just another day in my strangely sitcom like life. Two of the positives that I came up with were that:

A. I was wearing some of my full coverage nearly up to my neck underwear (Husband is away and comfort will reign).

B. This must mean that I have lost some girth! I bought these exercise pants two weeks ago and they were a bit tight when I first wore them. They were even freshly washed!

So I was positively beaming when these realization came to light. My pants fell down! That means I am getting smaller, that means this whole exercise crap is working! WOO HOO!!! I haven't been monitoring a number on a scale or anything. My trainer told me that with all the exercise I could actually gain weight at first. That is due to the shock to the sedentary body, it shuts down until activity becomes routine (your body gets used to it) then it becomes a fat burning power house (At least I hope it does). I also noticed that I was not feeling like I was at the brink of death in the middle of the class. My stamina is improving also, which is wonderful! 

So I am taking this mishap as a serendipitous event. My journey is beginning to bear fruit and showing forward progress. I am simply tickled pink by this (well and probably still a bit flushed from class). So speaking of P!nk...

I leave you with the song that got me so shook up that I decided to hail the moon... literally my moon. Any therapy that will be needed for the viewing of my larger than life panties can be forwarded to my e-mail. So that I can tell you to get over it.