Tonight I almost vomited halfway through my second ever Zumba class.
That was fun.
I left rather than spew my guts all over the exercise room floor, though leaving midway through an exercise class is almost equally as embarrassing I think. Puking you cannot control, but leaving is a choice, you know?
I am unsure the cause of my nausea, though I suspect it owes to some combination of what I ate today, and how much I ate of it, and when I ate it in relation to going to Zumba class. Whatever the reason (my heart or my shoes) I am still not entirely right, tummy-wise.
This is my first major setback on the path to fitness – well this, and yesterday’s mini-hotdogs and faux-waffles with Nutella.
That’s another thing to update on – remember my hot waffles?
Well, Tuesday night I just was not hungry after dinner so I skipped my waffles even though my snow day had been declared. Then yesterday my sister’s waffle-maker died a terrible death, so we had waffle-batter mini-pancakes, which were delicious but just not hot waffley.
Tonight there are indeed hot waffles in my vicinity, since the sis bought a new waffle maker today.
But the Zumba-induced urge to purge is lingering, and I do not think I can stomach a hot waffle drenched in chocolatey-hazulnutty goo.
Warm waffle, perhaps. No goo for sure.
I swear, I will not let this setback…you know..set me back. Fitness is something I care deeply about (it has now been a part of my life for 13 days, after all); I am sure next time I attend Zumba class, I will be a-ok…or something.