If you think you are fat, you are fat.
I started to notice that I was getting heavy when spring started. Darn, this accounting, payroll, project planning, proposal writing, even blogging, is making me fat. Nobody noticed, so I ignored my flabby tummy.
Next thing I know, I cant fit in my jeans anymore. 10 lbs overweight! Where did that come from? I asked my husband, Am I fat. He said, you looked fine. Okay. Good. Nobody paid attention. People around me didn’t say anything, other than my mom’s usual sarcastic comment "ne, tambok ka eot ing, meko baboy". Agh!
It got worse. Yesterday, scale said 135 lbs. I am now 15 pounds overweight! Aaaaaaaah! Fuming, I marched to my husband and asked him, Am I fat? He still said I was fine.
I was so mad at Celso. I told him I have strong, supporting facts I am 15 pounds heavier, 1 size bigger. WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME I WAS GETTING FAT?????? He glared back at me, told me it’s my problem.
Oh my goodness! This is why I don’t rely on subjective opinions! I was so furious at my husband. He is of zero help. I slept in the other bed while I contemplated on my weight loss program.
Morning came. After dropping Kenneth off to preschool (sigh, he began school a week ago), I went to the park to run. Yup, can’t afford a $50 Gold’s Gym membership. Running for a half-mile, I then came across a community center and heard this music.
Zumba! Come in, first session free, the Latina instructor said. Oh my, she danced so gracefully. So sexy, so sensual, so erotic.
Who-hoo, I wanna be like her. I’ll do what you do, baby!
So I joined the class and shook my butt for one hour. God dang, I never shook my hips that fast, that hard, for that long. My waist, booty and inner thigh hurt like crap. I felt good! I am so coming back to her. Step aerobics is so 1980’s and Yoga is so 1990’s.
Good luck to Zumba-ing me, and hopefully, goodbye 15 pounds!
