Last night I went to a zumba class. Yes, me and my three month post bunionectomy foot went to a zumba class. And guess what we did? We zumba’d! (I think I just made up a new word, for which I also made up a new spelling).

My fitness level, which only like a year ago, was pretty darn good, is now like that of a stuffed animal. Between my trainer leaving for the sunny skies of California, to the fact that I haven’t been able to exercise full on for at least six months, I am back at ground zero. GROUND ZERO. And my motivation has been hovering around there too, I might add. So last night was great, because 1) It was fun. 2) It was engaging ( I had to concentrate on the teacher to make sure I didn’t fall on my head). 3) I fucking love to dance.

This class gave me the little push I needed to get my groove back in the fitness department. Thanks to my friend Luciana for dragging my sorry (and hefty) ass to Equinox (I think I might have to join this place). IT was just the holiday ho, ho, ho I needed.