So in my quest to gain my pre-cancer fitness, I decided to start elbowing my way into the ever-popular Zumba classes that take place at my health club. I knew I was on to something big when I got kicked-out of the first class because I failed to register the previous day at exactly 5:00am on the website.
It turns out the only way you can get into these classes is if you get onto your computer promptly at five minutes before 5:00am the day before a class. You have to register within five minutes, otherwise you're kicked on to the waiting list. That's the only way I got into the class today.
What I love about these classes is the diversity of women lined up like they are in rehearsal as back-up dancers for a rock concert tour. Seriously, in front of me was your typical 20-something size four babe with blonde hair extensions. Right next to her was a plus-sized black woman. Behind me was a group of gray-haired ladies that were clearly grandmothers.
And then there was me, a middle-aged blonde sporting a blue-and-white Nike sneaker on my left foot and orange-and-white sneaker on my right foot. When I noticed some class mates staring at my feet, I just smiled and said: I'm trying to start a trend. Hard as I try, the dizzy blonde in me still comes out.
Oh, and for the record, Christina Applegate was right. Reconstructive boobs are like embedded granite rock cemented into your chest. They simply do not bounce or jiggle no matter how much you jump and down. And I think that's a good thing. Dr. Ott said I didn't have to wear a bra. But old habits die hard. When I saw her I had a bra on. She said: That's okay, they'll just stay higher longer over the long haul.
Anyway, as a former ballroom dancer, I brushed up on my latin dance moves, with cha-cha, mambo and meringue routines. It was a blast. When it comes to burning calories, the eliptical machine just doesn't compare.
So if you want to burn fat and have some fun, check out a Zumba class!