My first Zumba class -- because if I blog about it I have to actually go. Right??

It's Thursday and this whole week has been rough. Work has been stressful and my Crohn's has gone into Raging Flare-Up Mode which has left me feeling a powerful mixture of extreme exhaustion and digestive upset. The headaches and random bouts of  dizziness are a nice bonus as well.

So basically, it's Thursday. As in the fourth day of the week. Out of seven. That's more than halfway through and I have yet to make it to the gym a single time.

I feel terrible about it. I haven't weighed myself since last week because I know the scale will only creep higher and higher each day I don't sweat it out for at least an hour. And I've lost ten pounds since the beginning of January; I'm not ready to gain it back so damn early.

I'm taking my first Zumba class this evening. Call me crazy, but while everyone else is tucking their small children into bed tonight, I'll be suiting up and attempting to move my body in a way that even remotely resembles dancing, for the first time in probably ten freaking years.

Wish me luck. If I don't walk out of there with a broken ankle it'll be a miracle.

...oh, who am I kidding. If I even make it there tonight it will be a miracle. And that's exactly why I'm blogging about it.