I've never had the guts to go to a group class, aside from yoga for a little while when I was in college. Just feel so awkward about it.
I've been thinking of trying water aerobics, but haven't been able to get myself in gear to do so. The Y has deep water and shallow water classes. Maybe I will try harder to work it into my schedule.
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I've never had the guts to go to a group class, aside from yoga for a little while when I was in college. Just feel so awkward about it.
This one is a relatively small class (5 people, including me and the instructor) and after watching for a few minutes Tuesday, it seemed like they were open to new people. I was the only person there that was relatively thin, which was awkward, but I decided not to let it bother me.
It's the classes like Zumba and pilates and such, that require me to mind my movements and stay in sync so I don't hurt someone else, that unnerve me.
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Oh yeah, I'm not coordinated, Zumba & stuff are awful for me. Yoga is nice and slow so I can manage that. I was not the weakest/least-flexible in my class, so that was relieving.
So funny (strange) for me to hear that a fit person would feel self conscious (spelling?) around fatter people. I always picture it from the other (my) side.
I don't feel uncomfortable around heavier people, usually, but being the only person in the pool in a bikini kinda unnerved me a little, like I was showing off. When I realized they didn't visibly give a damn, the anxiety went away.
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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I feel a little weird at the pool because I'm smaller than virtually everyone and people comment on that - as in "Oh, you don't mind walking around in your suit, you're so thin." I am NOT thin. I am, however, a great deal thinner than everyone else. But it makes me a little self-conscious that people are in fact looking at me...in my swimsuit. But I get over it. I usually say something like, "I'm here to swim, I don't look at others or think about them looking at me." I hope it doesn't sound sanctimonious or something, but it's kind of awkward sometimes.
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I've gotten more appreciative glances than comments. I did have one woman stop me as I leaving the deadmill area Tuesday and give me one of the best compliments I've gotten in a long time: "You're gorgeous! You look just like the goal I have in my head. Can I have a photo for the fridge?" I declined the photo but thanked her for the compliment. It was definitely a head spinner to think my work in progress is someone else's goal. I'm still trying to wrap my head around that.
Had some gummy bear Wednesday and a brownie today. I'm getting the air hunger from too much sugar.
Went and played with the guys tonight. Not much movement, but I got the hang out with the Dilberts (Officemate and Tractor) and SWG and learn a new, albeit useless, skill: Rock Band bass guitar.
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome