So I was trying to go to Zumba, but the schedule changed on me. I had to take Muscle Works instead, which is more of a get-it-done militaristic kind of thing, featuring background music as a concession to the weak and a stability ball which was anything but. I weight trained five days last week (modest polishing of knuckles) so the core stuff and the weighted bar and all that jazz left me more or less unmoved. But you do weird stuff too-- lifting your legs up and down while clutching a big red Target ball in an undignified manner. Leg lifts that make me want to look around for Jane Fonda in a stripey leotard urging me to feel the burn. And lots and lots of core. Who needs that much core? I mean, no one's going to see my core unless I burn some calories/poundage, right? Plus we had to lift the weight of our own heads like 18,000 times. I had no idea my head was that heavy. (And no cracks about muscle weighing more than fat.) I was sadly missing my insouciant calorie frittering dance workout.
I'm back on the bus food-wise, trying to be mindful of my carbs as I don't feel too well when I get too many of the wrong kind. Plus I get that gnoshy, hard to satisfy pseudo-hunger-- blech. I saw a number I didn't like this morning. My theory is that I traded some muscle for fat and I put the muscle back on again, so I'm finally seeing an overdue jump in the scale. I'm not upset about it-- yet. Let's see how it responds to some frivolous minded Latin dance workouts. Because I'm not going back to Muscle Works. I'm pretty sure the stability ball is trying to hurt me.