It's Cooler Than You Might Think...

Yep. Thaaat's right. Jazzercise Baby!

My mother in law has been going to classes for a while (and really enjoying it). So, just before the New Year, I decided to try it out. It's one intense, full-body workout! I've been pretty regular the last month, and I've got to say- I'm hooked!


Top 10 Reasons Why I love Jazzercise

10. You actually make "Jazz Hands" while working out (at least I do. Hey, it's JAZZ-ercise).

9. I love to shake my Booty - and now I've found a whole bunch of like-minded folks who can't sit still when the music is playin'!

8. I sweat buckets. EVERY single part of my body gets a workout. My posture is improving. (k-that's 3 things, I know).

7. I just feel SOOO good the whole rest of the day!

6. I love how my teacher uses ballet terms, "first position, fourth position" etc. It makes me feel dainty, long
and graceful, like a ballerina... and I rarely feel dainty.

5. No mirrors. (Just an excellent teacher who gives great feedback).

4. I'm learning French (shah-say, rele-vay, plee-ay). I'm not learning how to spell French.

3. I love seeing Cristie, Lizzie, Valerie and even Alison when she's in town. They keep me going and are fun girls to boogie with!

2. I'm truly, honest-to-goodness, NOT doing it for weight loss.

1. Because my kids came along with me today and thought I was so cool. To them, it was like I was rehearsing for "Highschool Musical XV: The Golden Years". They also suddenly think I'm buff and tuff.

A short conversation following class today:

• Ada: "Mom, let me see your muthles." (she has a bit of a lisp)
• :: MOM FLEXES::
• Ada (raises eyebrows & smiles as though impressed): "Oooooh, bumpy! Niiithe!"
  

**P.S.** I liked this conversation because 1) she's so adorable. And 2) I don't want her thinking that I exercise because I think I'm fat - or because I need to fix myself in some way. I'm glad she seems to equate exercise with being strong and feeling good. Having a girl has really opened my eyes about body image and how much I should appreciate who I am. But that's a Soapbox-Blog for another day.