I cried at Zumba last night.
At least I think I cried.
It was hard to tell the tears from the sweat beading down my ruddy face.
So there I was, movin’ and shakin’ to the beat, watching the instructor in front of me and attempting to mimic her movements in the mirror.
*Step to the left and raise your right arm.*
*Step to the right and raise your left arm.*
It was like a scene in slow motion. Yet the Spanish beats were bumping and all of our hearts were cardio-pumping.
“This isn’t just a fun Zumba class,” I thought to myself. “We’re dancing for our lives. What we’re doing is miraculous. If we don’t dance, we die.”
I understand that my inner monologue sounds a lot like a teaser for a cheesy movie, but track with me here.
The path that I was on was headed for diabetes and heart disease. Sure, it was full of a lot of tasty Cheetos, but healthy looks better than Cheetos taste.
There were even points in my life where I distinctly recall a fruity taste in my mouth. I once read that an unexplained fruity taste means that a person may be diabetic. My grandma was diabetic. She also had heart issues.
In a biggest loser competition I participated in, we chose a cartoon to depict our before and after photos. My before picture was Ursula from ‘The Little Mermaid.’ My after is Jessica Rabbit from ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit?’
I kid you not, Ursula looks a lot like my grandma. Same body type. Even the same hair color. But my grandma was not a six-limbed octopus. She was a nice German lady. I liked her. Though I admit that I had to work really hard not to think that my grandma really was Ursula from the movie. Cuz her name was Ursula, too. And she looked so similar!
Point being, I was right on target to be a diabetic cartoon octopus.
I was considering all of those things in my slow-scene, Zumba-mirror moment. And that’s why I cried.
This has been a surprisingly emotional journey. I am so grateful for all the support I’ve received from everyone. If you’ve left me a comment or liked a post, thank you so much. You spur me on to “keep swimming” down this path of fitness.
2 thoughts on “Crying and Dancing in Zumba Class”
Keep it up! Defeating your inner-Ursula is tough, I know. 😉
ok… i’m not going to lie… this is the second time you have brought tears to my eyes reading your blog. I love you and I am so proud of you. Keep it up Lindsay…
Don’t be afraid, for I am with you.
Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you.
I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.