OK, so it was Zumba on the schedule, but I found it that Wednesday 1200 is now Zumba TONING, a six week session you have to sign up for and pay a fee. For five bucks they let me in (duly recorded on spending log). After all I was dressed and there and I didn't have my Ipod, and exercising without my ipod is what I believe the French refer to as peddling through sauerkraut.
Zumba toning is characterized by these little one pound weights that make cheerful noises-- basically weighted maracas. Whee! It wasn't, for me, all that fun-- slower and less dancey and more balance-y, plus I smacked myself a couple times with my maracas. It didn't seem all that terribly hard (one up for my intermittent high-rep weight work) until it was over, and I realized I was pretty well trashed. And hungry. I'd been congratulating myself on my nutty, fruity, rough-cut-oat breakfast with bacon, which was sticking valiantly to my ribs. After Zumba toning I was ready to eat my maracas.
Tracking eating and spending which is enlightening, to say the least. I am doing better with cutting down on the chocolate (stuff is a staff of life, but it is PACKED WITH CALORIES. PACKED. STUFFED. LADEN.) I will defer spending discussion to another post, or possibly another blog, but that's enlightening too. One expense I am okay with is the donation I made to the Red Cross.
Just as a reminder to self, I've done one weight workout and two zumba, so I'm at 2.5 hours for the week.