I was a gymnast.

Then I wasn’t.

Then I played every other sport imaginable.

Then I didn’t.

Then I went to college. My new sedentary lifestyle of drinking beer and eating baked potatoes with salsa didn’t help what-so-ever. (You know, that whole fat-free diet thing. Ya, that was SO the opposite of losing weight. CARB overload anyone? I guess the beer didn’t help either, huh?)

Once I left school and moved out to California, started working full-time, the weight just kinda fell off over time. It was strange being in a smaller body. I always felt bigger than I was. I had spend many years of my life either being too athletic, or an athlete that had added a few lbs on top of what used to be muscle.

I was suddenly smaller than I had been in high school. I can’t take all the credit though. I attribute some of my weight loss (ok, most of it) to being engaged. I was such an anxiety-ridden stress ball that I had to seek counseling for panic attacks. (whole other story. putting family in one room together stress.) I may have looked smaller, but I felt rather weak inside.

Moving on.

Then, I got pg. Had a baby and returned to my starting weight minus 4 lbs. I didn’t do much besides be a mom for the first time. I bet you it was that anxiety-ridden stress ball thing again. Trying to keep a baby, you know, ALIVE, can make someone worry A LOT.

Then, we added another baby to our mix about 6 months ago and I started down the same path of losing weight as I had done the first time, first baby.

But then, those last 7 pesky lbs just stood there looking at me all tough and said, “DUDE, you must do something about this or your ASS is MAJOR GRASS and…. BUMPY.”

So, I thought, hell, I’ll hit the gym.

While there on the treadmill, I was summoned over to a free-trial class whether I wanted to or not. The gal, the BAD ASS, made us do many different moves and reps for ELEVEN minutes. ONLY.

I was sore for 5 DAYS.

Clearly, I knew this class was going to get me into shape and I knew I wouldn’t be able to push myself on my own. Not even close.

I signed up. I paid the extra fee. I followed the instructor’s rigorous demands for 30 minutes a day. 2 days a week.

And I was sore.

And I began to see results.

Muscle. Definition. Tone. Perky ass. STOMACH muscles.

I am now at the end of my 6 weeks course. Tomorrow is my last day. (sniff. sniff) I have lost 3 of the last 7 lbs and I have lost a few body fat % points. Just yesterday, I signed up for another 6 weeks course.

I am so hooked.

(About the class: the GRAVITY Training System™ utilizes the pull of gravity, individuals use their own body weight as resistance with a cable and pulley system and a free-motion glide board to become stronger, leaner and more flexible.)

– Article by Little Miss Mel, who blogs at littlemissmel.com.

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