So, I'm taking a class called "Healthy Minds, Healthy Bodies" on Thursdays. I get inservice credit for it. It's about being healthy ( who knew from the name right?). There is a book that goes along with it called "Mindful Eating". And in "theory" it is great. All about getting in tune with yourself to determine what kind of hunger you have (there are 7 kinds in case you wondered) , and how to feed it and not do emotional eating and whatnot.
Then yesterday as I sat in a semi-darkened, faintly smelly exercise room with about 30 other people listening to a CD read by the author, in a monotone, yoga instructor voice (you know what I'm talking about - think massage therapy) , about talking to yourself, to your food and listening to your body talk back to you. I struggled to suppress maniacal laughter.
Seriously?!?Then yesterday as I sat in a semi-darkened, faintly smelly exercise room with about 30 other people listening to a CD read by the author, in a monotone, yoga instructor voice (you know what I'm talking about - think massage therapy) , about talking to yourself, to your food and listening to your body talk back to you. I struggled to suppress maniacal laughter.
This was after trying to avoid the grim reality of my spasticity whilst trying to simultaneously drum on an exercise ball set in a laundry basket, do the rhumba, squats, and lunges all to the beat of seventies music ramped up to chipmunk speed the better to increase the heart rate.
Yeah.
Oh, and did I mention I got put in the front row 3 feet in front of the room length ceiling to floor mirrors?
I "used" to think I was "kinda" coordinated. I never did march left arm, left leg in drill team and I was pretty good at softball (granted that was 75 years ago). But, after taking this class and trying a few yoga, and step training videos at home, I have determined that whatever elasticity and grace I might have once possessed it has gone "someplace special" never to be seen again. So, I'm REAL excited about trying out the "Zumba" dance moves scheduled for class next week...I'm sweating just thinking about it...
Double yeah.
Not to mention the thick total body sweat slick, complete with running rivers from forehead to feet.I "used" to think I was "kinda" coordinated. I never did march left arm, left leg in drill team and I was pretty good at softball (granted that was 75 years ago). But, after taking this class and trying a few yoga, and step training videos at home, I have determined that whatever elasticity and grace I might have once possessed it has gone "someplace special" never to be seen again. So, I'm REAL excited about trying out the "Zumba" dance moves scheduled for class next week...I'm sweating just thinking about it...
Just saying.
(as Miss Des would say:0)
(as Miss Des would say:0)
5 comments:
I found myself struggling to keep from giggling just reading about your class. What does one say to one's food?...Everybody line up over here and let chocolate move to the front of the line. Brussel sprouts who are you kidding no one wants you around. Tofu you go sit with the other sponges.
Hope you had fun.
I talk to my food regularly, daily, maniacally. It is the demon waiting to trip me up, cause me pain, make me wonder where I went wrong and what else to eliminate.
Somehow I don't think this is the healthiest relationship. (obviously)
See if your fancy instructor has help for that!
As for co-ordination and thoughts on zumba. Yes, I too remember the days of limber splits and toe touching coupled with the ability to move in almost any fashion I desired. Even dreamed I can still do the splits and it felt so real!
But alas, our bodies change and our minds forget about the change. (and everything else) Zumba is fun as long as there are no other people, certainly NO mirrors and a couch close by for a rest.
At least you can see your toes to attempt touching them, hear the beat even if your hips won't move to it the way you want. As for sweating... no comment.
I'll send you one of my fans if that will help.
I would have laughed. Those situations bring it out in me. Can't wait to hear about Zumba.
I am laughing, laughing. If only our bodies could keep up with our minds which haven't aged a bit. The we could still dive for that volleyball, not throw like a sissy, and contort our bodies an whatever shape/direction we needed to. Sadly we do get older and only our minds can make those moves! Not sure about the whole talking to your food thing though.
You got nothing on me kid. I am so uncordinated that in college I took a step class and the instructor took away my step for fear I would hurt myself or someone else. Just sayin;)
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