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My little brother is getting married in December. I may have mentioned before that I am a chunky monkey. So, while I am fine with being the single bridesmaid, I am less than thrilled about being the fat bridesmaid. There are like five other girls, (and she didn’t even ask me until a week after she asked everybody else, I’m just saying) and they’re all slim, married girls. My single status is a choice, but I think that some people are unaware of this.

At church, several women (admittedly, of the older generation) have come up to me and told me not to worry, I would meet The One someday. My response is typically, “Not if I can avoid it.” And recently, a few women have told me that my brother is winning. When did this become a game? Do they expect me to be unhappy at his happiness? And when did having a full-time job that I enjoy, a cute apartment that I love, and friends that love me become losing?

So, in order to waylay the old biddies who think they know me and what I want, I have decided that this is it! I am going to lose some weight. I’ve never really done the diet thing before. That’s a lie; I tried Nutrisystem about a year ago. It was working splendidly, then my grandmother passed away, and I eat for comfort. Other than that, I was never really motivated to try to drop a few pounds. I’m perfectly aware that I will never be a skinny mini. I’m curvy, and some things are just meant to be made with butter. However, I do think that I would feel better about myself, and my self-image, if I were to lose a little of my cushion and tone up a bit.

Enter Jazzercise.

A girl I work with, we’ll call her Addy, has been doing Jazzercise for the last two months or so. She had knee surgery and had put on some weight where she wasn’t able to go to Zumba. I’m not sure how she got into Jazzercise, but she loves it and talked about it all the time. I had no idea how difficult this would be. I went for the first time on Monday, to try it and see if I wanted to commit. I thought about it for a few days and decided that I liked it enough to keep going. Plus, since Addy is super committed and goes five days a week, I think that might help motivate me to go with her.

Let me tell you, this thing is hard. My muscles are sore and I’m exhausted. But I feel pretty good about myself. Sweaty, but good.

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