I have been doing Zumba with a girlfriend for the past four weeks or so, since right around the time when I had to stop running, and it. is. hilarious. It's mostly made up of very sexy dance moves, or straight-up aerobic moves scuttled to look like very sexy dance moves (at one point Alicia and I turn to each other and are like, We are not fooled. These are just jumping jacks).
And any chance I had of being uncomfortable doing sexy dance moves in a well-lit, highly-mirrored room on a Tuesday morning is eradicated by the company I keep (several older Asian women, occasionally one dude in his late 40s who obviously comes with his wife, two East Indian women who have got to be in their 50s) and by my hilarious belly. I have added at least a quarter of my former self ONTO myself and am splendidly large. It makes my boob-shimmy highly effective.
ALL THAT TO SAY Alicia works Tuesdays now, and while I could feasibly bus my way out to Surrey for Zumba, I am much more likely to hit up the Aqua-fit just up the road. AQUA-FIT! I used to aqua-size with a girlfriend when I went to UBC, and we would laugh about having the corner on the young, able-bodied, non-pregnant market. NO MORE. Now it's just seniors and the slightly infirm and my fat self.
And everyone says that being in water when you are massively pregnant (seriously. Massive. I have two more months bigger to get HOW IS THIS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE) helps take the strain off your back and they are not wrong. I am buoyant. However. No one mentions the sudden and debilitating resurgence of gravity when you get out of the pool. I have never felt so heavy in my life.
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hmmm, balance the halloween candy? I suppose it would cut down on the strain around the waist line. let me think about it while I one more teeny tiny chocolate bar.
Bahaha. Pictures please :) And yes, the return to regular gravity is a real downer (pun intended).
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