The Time I Cried In Zumba

I know it sounds odd, but just hang on. 
A lot of changes have taken place over the last few weeks. I slowed down on drinking alcohol to really feel my grief, and because well it was a big factor in my weight gain. The gym has become a hide out for me again. I just didn't feel like going for a while. But now I'm back at it! I seem to push myself more if I'm in a class setting. For the most part you just keep moving, because everyone else is. Zumba has always looked fun but I thought no way, I'll look silly. When I showed up for a class there was a sub, and all she taught was Zumba...well that's how I took my first Zumba class! 
It was a ton of fun, but my left hip would not get with the program. 
Fast forward to my second, this time on purpose, Zumba class. There was an elderly man waiting in the classroom. My first thought was, look at this creeper! If you aren't familiar, Zumba is cardio dance with a very Latin/Hip Hop vibe. So I really thought this man was just here to watch the ladies shake it! The class starts, my left hip joins the party and I see this old man. He is not following along step by step. Frankly, he is all over the place, jumping around awkwardly. 
And it hits me, like a solid wave, and tears flooded my eyes. He's living! And he is doing a damn good job at it!
The last (almost) 6 months has been filled with waves of pain, love, numbness, anger, doubt, and a wake up call. Not just a wake up call to lose weight, or get healthy but a wake up call to enjoy the life I have. The air I breathe, the sunrise, the songs in my heart, the kids that are growing up before my eyes. So before another wave hits, I'm going to join the party and enjoy it!

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  1. AnonymousOctober 16, 2015 at 12:38 PM

    I love this and I love you. Here is to a damn good job of living!! 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌😄😄😄😄😄

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    1. AnonymousOctober 16, 2015 at 12:40 PM

      All those question marks, if you are seeing questions marks, are cheer arms and smile faces.

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