I went to my first Turbo Kick class today. I was nervous, of course. I decided that I needed some pretty big distraction to give my mind a break from the sadness.
I'm so glad I went. The instructor was awesome. She helped me get oriented and I didn't spend much time feeling lost. I was pouring sweat and having fun. I think I look funny when I punch and kick. I get distracted by how my fat looks when it's flopping around. Maybe someday I won't have that distraction. Or maybe one day I will be able to look at myself with a little more kindness and a little less judgment. I try to look at myself in the eye (eyes?) when I workout. I just try to think that I'm going to do my best, even if I think I look funny. It's getting easier to just do and not think so much.
Hopefully these fitness lessons migrate their way into my everyday-mind. More being, less thinking.
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