Step One, Two, Three...

So, I ended up taking a 'step' class tonight at the gym. I've always thought step class was kind of ghey, and totally for the old folks. Well, my opinion sticks. It was totally ghey - complete with 50+ year old gay man as the instructor, and yup, still for old folks. There were a few young 'uns in there, but majority were women my mom's age. Don't get me wrong - my mom is in great shape, much better shape than I am, and pretty much in better shape than everyone I know. But, still halfway through the routine I'm huffin' and puffin' like a mofo! And I HATE the fact that my face turns as red as a turnip when I exercise. I seriously hate that! It makes me look so out of shape. I mean, I am out of shape, but c'mon! I'm just super duper pale and that's what I do. Anyways - step class was pretty fun, granted. I feel like I got a real workout, so that's good. I've worked out every day for the past week, minus one day, totaling 6 days. Unfortunately, the scale hasn't made me very happy. I haven't lost any weight! I know it's only been 1 week (tomorrow), but still. I need a little bit of motivation. With the exception of Saturday when Max made an awesome 3-course meal for me, Monique & Brent, I've eaten pretty damn well. Maybe tomorrow I will see at least 1 pound lost! I need at least that to make me feel better about myself.

Speaking of making myself feel better - I tried on my pre-pregnancy clothes today. I know, I know - what am I doing to myself?! The shirts fit - a little snug in the boobage area, but otherwise everything is good up there. I went ahead and attempted to try the 4 pair of pants that I always wore, and all but my jeans fit! A little tight in the booty and a little tighter in the legs than I usually wore, but at least I could button them up! That made me feel better, even if the scale didn't. I would rather weigh more and have my pant size drop about 4 or 5 sizes any day.

My goal - to wear my Seven's by my birthday. It's 4 months...hopefully I can do it!!