Yesterday I started Karate class. Some might cheer, me on the other hand....I just want to learn how to kick butt and get in shape at the same time. It was a site to see. There I stood, a forty year old fat(yes I said fat) woman, surrounded by other students. All of them were under the age of ten. Now if that wasn't a funny site, I don't know what is funny. I thought I would die when the Master said to run laps. I mean, a fat woman running isn't seen, just too many things bounce. I did better than I thought I would. I think that helped a bit. My kicking left my toes hurting until I was able to capture the form and not smash my toes. I did win the small competition that was held. Should I be happy that I beat out children? Hell yes!! Those little ninjas are quick! They ran circles around me and never quit bouncing on their toes. Toes they could stand and bounce on all during class. I couldn't bounce as much as I liked. I blame the fact that when I would bounce on my toes the rest of me would jiggle like jello and bounce me off balance. Getting this weight off is going to take TIME and OMG so much work. Getting fat was easy. Getting thin might just kill me.
I did have fun, even though it took me a bit to not be self conscious on the floor. The other adults were sitting on the sidelines watching their children and I was in class with mine. Good you say? Yes it is, but having others stare at you, not good for self esteem at all.
I have my second class tonight and surprisingly I am looking forward to it. Who knows, maybe I will beat the little karate tots in another competition. Mean to want to beat out little ones? Maybe. Sad that it makes me a bit happy? Definitely. Keeping me motivated? Yep!! Sorry kiddos, this chunky mama is in it to win it. ;)