It’s not because I’m BETTER during my gym classes… it’s because I no longer care that I am the worst in the class. I still have issues with going without a friend, but that’s not the end of the world anymore either. I don’t know – three weeks in and it just IS what it IS. Today, I’m doing yoga by myself because I HATE the 9:30 class on Tuesdays.
I’m the slowest, least coordinated person in the lot. But I’m still THERE, right? That’s what counts. That’s what I keep telling myself. This isn’t a race. This is just me starting to take care of myself.
The good news is I last much longer before I die. You know, that moment when you get so dizzy that you can’t do another step… What, is that just me? LOL! Well, it used to happen right away and now it happens at the halfway point. So, I’ll take it!
I still stop about 3 times to take a drink of water and I still modify everything the instructor is doing because I physically can’t handle it yet. But I am down 3 pounds and I do sleep MUCH better at night.
I feel good about the whole thing. It feels right and even though it might not look it during the hour long class, I’m having fun. 🙂