Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Change

Today I think  I'm going to start my journey once again of working out.
It's so odd to me to think how long ago it was that I started working out and then within months I was teaching my own class. I loved it! Yes - I got the high that some get when working out. And yes, it is/was addictive. I taught 3 classes a week. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning I taught a 1 hour step, aerobics or 20/20/20 class. I had my groupies and peeps. The best feeling I had was the week of July 4th, I literally had a packed house. I had no steps left and we were packed in like sardines. It was awesome! I truly think one of the common denominators of my class was our age and the type of music I played. I played 80s music. We all laughed, reminisced and sang along the entire class. While we were in there we were having fun, without a care in the world.
What changed? Well, first of all, I was told I couldn't play the music I was playing - it had to be Christian music. I have nothing against Christian music or instrumental (no words). With that change, my class size dropped drastically. Working out just wasn't the same for my regulars.
Then there were some family issues that I had no control over and decided I needed a break and truly my body was getting beat up. Along with teaching at the gym I was teaching one night a week at a church that had a hard floor. It ended up being the death of my feet. I developed heel spurs and plantar fasciitis . It killed getting up in the morning. I couldn't put my feet on the floor, the pain was excruciating. I had cortisone shots put in my foot, but they are not a fix, only temporary relief.
The final straw for teaching at this gym came when I would go to cash my checks and there would be no money in the account. At that point I knew the gym was in trouble.
I went to another gym but my feet were still killing me and I eventually gave up.
That was about 9 years ago.
Its also hard to believe that nine years ago I was 32!! WOW!  When did I get old? Feel better physically and emotionally about myself. I really truly hate being fat - hate it. Things have got to change

1 comment:

  1. You can do it! Crank that 80's music up and get to it! Wish I lived closer I would join you!!!

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