You Made My Day

I’ve been hitting the gym really hard lately, by that I mean the area of muscles I work that day is so sore the next day I don’t even want to flex them (ab/core day was the worst) let alone work them out.

I’m pairing my Spartan WoD’s with strength training and isolation exercises since the Spartan WoD’s usually have a great overview of your body instead of one or two major areas.  They’re more a guideline for me now and I’m training so hard my appetite is extremely high and I’m struggling to keep up with it.

So about the best part of my week, I have a lot of pleasures I indulge in; but few are as rewarding as teaching my Zumba classes!  Tonight three or four of my ladies (won’t mention names but you know who you are) told me how great my progress was coming along.  As a fitness instructor I feel strongly that I should look the way my clients want to look, so I work very hard to make their workout with me difficult without being impossible and that means I have to be in good shape.  I’ve been getting some really bad feedback from my family and a few “frienemies” lately and it’s really had me frustrated and depressed.

But tonight, you ladies told me on your way out of class how great my legs were looking and how they had more definition.  You also told me that I was one of the best instructors and that you always looked forward to seeing me and loved taking my classes.  Said that  I was your inspiration to get healthier not skinnier, that I was always happy to be at work and so full of energy even when you knew I probably had some problems and stress in my life and that made you want to be like me.  I’ll bet none of you know how much that mean to me, huh?  Well, it made my day/week whatever!

Truth time! My family thinks I’m crazy, my parents are worried I’m trying to get skinnier and dieting to lose weight which is the opposite of what I want.  They’re upset I don’t go out to eat with them as often because I’m always cooking (great abs start in the kitchen after all) and how I’m really picky with my food choices and want to know how everything is cooked.  They’re worried that I’m “jacking” as they put it, with pre-workouts that are dangerous and taking protein supplements that are going to damage my body.  What they don’t know is that I’m constantly scrutinizing everything about my life, researching each product thoroughly before I buy it and each food before I cook it or recommend it to my clients.  Looking through articles and books on ways to make myself better, faster, stronger, able to run one more mile or do one more set.

I am working my ass off, or into shape depending on how you look at it, and you ladies noticed!  It was so heartwarming and inspirational I almost cried.