Trigger warning for implied vomiting:
I thought this video was gone forever, but I found it in my mom’s old computer! This is the video Elle and I made for SHYB :)
It presents two of the most popular sources that manipulate our self-esteem, family/peer pressure/bullying and media/advertising, “if you can make someone insecure about themselves, you can sell them anything”
Song used is Pretty/Unpretty sung by Dianna Agron and Lea Michele
Tonight I taught a 60 minute Zumba class and then co-taught another 60 minute class. I was so sweaty and disgusting I had to peel my clothes off afterwards.
That’s both gross and awesome at the same time.
I’m going to sleep like the dead.
That’s right… I am not a certified Hip Hop Hustle instructor. I received an email today confirming it. SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Yeah. I survived Hip Hop Hustle training. It was actually relatively calm compared to a Zumba certification class. I know I did fine on the written test but the practical?
I had a total, complete and nearly disastrous panic attack. I kept moving. I kept fighting through it with a forced smile and practiced swagger. Afterwards I fought back the tears and the vomiting.
I know I’m a good dancer. I know people enjoy my personality in Zumba class and I know I can translate that to HHH…
but standing up there next to one of the best dancers I’ve ever danced in the same room with I felt like an insignificant blobby thing who should just go home and eat a quart of ice cream.
I need to get over these insecurities. Every goal I set for myself in fitness I’ve reached and surpassed. Tomorrow I’m tackling Zumba toning head on.
Positive thinking … I need to work on that. So, per my Chalene Johnson 30 day challenge …
I’m a horrible dancer.
I’m a good dancer.
I don’t deserve to be called a fitness instructor.
I’ve worked hard to reach where I am and am proud that others can turn to me to help reach their fitness needs.
Now to begin the weeks of waiting to find out if I actually passed the practical. I highly doubt I did anywhere near enough to be Gold… but I hope I don’t rate an “in training!”
Aside from the ovarian cyst I also have a hiatal hernia. Not uncommon but now I’m sitting here going AHHHHHHH MY STOMACH IS TRYING TO ESCAPE!
Yayay for being a worst case scenario type person.
Being back at Zumba tonight was just about the best thing ever. Class was hopping. Great energy. S and I played instructor ping pong because she was exhausted and I was scared of doing too much too soon. We each got to do the songs that play to our strengths and we had a great time with it.
We also did a new routine “Gimmie Gimmie” and rocked out to the newest Beyonce routine I introduced.
It felt great. GREAT! My side is a little sore but it’s not terrible. I may regret all the body pumps in the morning though!
A quick call to my doctor this morning to check on the CT results left me feeling very happy.
I am the owner of an ovarian cyst that’s in a slightly weird location and angle and it causing the pain and discomfort I have been feeling. He said it’s small enough that he doesn’t think it will require surgery but I need to follow up with my gyn about it.
I have the all clear to go back to normal activity as long as I’m safe and listen to my body about it.
All things considered this is probably the best case scenario.
I’m going back to Zumba tonight… I’ll take it easy and ease back in to everything.
But I need to move. I need to dance. I need to feel! :D