An Amazing Machine Called... My Body!

You know, our bodies are pretty amazing for the things they can do. Growing up, I always considered myself the "fat" girl and really by all accounts, I was. All the girls around me were always size 1. I'm sorry but a Whitney is never a size 1. (Well, maybe if you married in but it's still not likely.) I guess that is one of the drawbacks of growing up in Utah. Everyone is beautiful and skinny. But I digress, my point today is that I am truly amazed and proud of myself for what I can physically do. I am a Jazzerciser. I am a Jazzercise addict. I Jazzercise all day and I Jazzercise all night. When I started Jazzercise 34 months ago, I hadn't attempted to do anything that could remotely be called exercise in over 18 months. I was fat! I mean really this time. Not that stupid teenage girl just thinking she was fat. I was really fat and I don't mean the "ph" phat either. So I drag my fat arse to Jazzercise one day. It was February 1. They were running a special. 3 Months for $99. I just happened to have $99. It was like it was meant to be. (Like that one time I was running around saying I need dollar bills! I need dollar bills! and I happen to go get the mail and there is a birthday card for me with 7 dollar bills in it from my brother! What are the chances!) Anyway so I take my first Jazzercise class. I don't talk to anybody but it doesn't matter. They are adults and it feels good to be around other adults. I start to sweat and I turn just bright, bright red. I was super embarrassed by the amount of sweat that is pouring out of me. Disgusting. I didn't think I held that much water. Then I can't hardly breath. But somehow by the mercy of god I make it through. It was rough. But I continued to go. At first just 3 times a week. I really thought I was going to die every time I went for probably 2 months. I just knew if I held on long enough, eventually she(the instructor) would have to stop, right? Slowly I built up to going 5 or more times a week. Hey, any chance to leave my kids with my husband, am I right Amy? So now we have a little incentive contest going on at Jazzercise here in Gardner. Between Nov. 12 and Dec. 31, attend 38 classes between you and your partner and get a free t-shirt. While supplies last. And let me tell you my friend, competition can get fierce. There are mild mannered women accusing other women of cheating. I was accused of cheating the other day. I said "Nuh uh! I have been coming twice a day and my ass hurts! Don't you be accusing ME of cheating!" Then I walked away massaging my butt for extra emphasis. I love Jazzercise. I have been going twice a day. I have gone to 7 classes in the last four days and I am going back tonight. I am doing this because I am missing a week for Thanksgiving. I didn't want to let my partner down. I was actually really nervous but it is not that bad. The first 2 days were hard and I took it easy, but all of a sudden on the third day it just didn't matter. I can kick your butt and not even breath hard. Now were getting to the title of this post. After two days of being tore down, my body has built itself stronger and does what it needs to. Like a machine! How amazing! I think God knew what he was doing when he made our bodies. Do I think I've reached my physical peak? Definitely not. Do I think I am stronger or better than others? Heck no! I am proud of what I have been able to accomplish after attending 529 Jazzercise classes. I want to do more. If I can do this, what else can my body do? And I'm not the only one either. I have watched amazing women work so hard and lose weight and gain confidence. It is awesome!

In the picture: The lady in the back row in the green shirt is Judy Shepard Missett. She is the CEO and President of Jazzercise inc. She is in her 60's and I'm not joking either! And that guy next to me was really super sexy too.